hmmmm what about fbi!dex watching over reader who’s in witness protection, and they get freaky while he’s on duty?????
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hmmmm what about fbi!dex watching over reader who’s in witness protection, and they get freaky while he’s on duty?????
I find it absolutely hilarious when I’m reading an x reader fic and said “reader” is literally a white girl. Y’all don’t even try to hide it at this point.
If you’re giving physical descriptions on an x reader fic, then it’s an OC!!
Tf you mean Y/N has long blonde hair and wears miniskirts???? Tf you mean the reader’s cheeks turn red when she blushes??? Tf you mean I ran my fingers through my long hair??? WHO are you talking about cuz it damn sure ain’t me…
older bf!rafe hc’s
warnings ⁀➷ semi-public sex, age gap (rafe is in his 40’s, reader is early twenties), cheating, unprotected piv, baby trapping, boob play, oral. 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+
author’s note ⁀➷ fuckkk i wanna lick his bald ass head.
older bf!rafe who would never even think about saying no to you. It doesn’t matter how many of his cards you’ve maxed out, he would never make you unhappy. You never notice it, but his dick twitches at the sight of your happiness. He knows for a fact that no man will ever take care of you like he does, and that’s what makes him sleep better at night.
older bf!rafe who spoils you more than his own wife. Who never fails to pay all of your bills on time and gives you even more money on the side. Who takes you shopping to buy all of the clothes and jewelry that you could ever want.
older bf!rafe who wants to taste you at every chance he gets. If y’all are stuck in traffic, he’ll quickly pull your panties aside to get a good taste of you. He always has a need to dive his head in between your legs and take his sweet time with your pussy.
older bf!rafe who brings you to his yacht to finally get some alone time with you. Whose wife and colleagues stress him out so much that he needs you in order to get some release. Who finally feels a sense of peace whenever you are around him.
older bf!rafe being on an important work call as you’re down on your knees. He puts his fist over his mouth trying not to moan as you shove his dick even deeper in your throat.
His legs shivering and twitching as he’s seconds away from cumming down your throat. Who jerks violently as he reaches his orgasm and tries to push you off of him. Who throws his head back in agony as you have no intention of stopping until you make him cum again.
older bf!rafe who brings you into his house whenever his wife is away at work. Who fucks you hard as he stares at their wedding photos with a wicked grin on his face. Who makes sure that he fucks you on her side of the bed, letting you know that you should be his wife and not her.
older bf!rafe who’s heart swells at the nudes you send him while he’s at work. Who excuses himself from the conference room to jerk off to your pretty pictures. His grip gets tighter around his dick at the reminiscence of your tits in his mouth. Imagining how your tits would squeeze around his length as he fucks them. He cums hard at the thought of your tits in his face.
older bf!rafe who makes sure to breed you each and every single time. Whose thick arms pin you down to stay absolutely still as he cums inside of you. Who makes sure that you will certainly get pregnant so that he will forever be in your life. You will finally be Mrs. Cameron after all.
I genuinely have NOTHING appropriate to say 🥵
I am SICK at how fine this man is 😭
teasing jackson
⋆˚୨୧˚⋆ WARNINGS— flashing, teasing, dry humping, orgasm denial? , jackson being down bad, slight choking, word count: 0.8k
𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻
The living room is fairly quiet except for the low him of the AC in the background. You quietly tiptoe down the stairs to see that Jackson is still here. You groan internally, but another part of you is relieved that he never leaves unless your father tells him to.
Your footsteps are incredibly light, making sure to avoid creaky parts of the floor. Finally, you spot him on the couch, just sitting there in complete silence. After a few moments, you decide to sneak up behind him only to notice him typing away on his phone.
Your breath hitches when you see his veiny hands and thick fingers. There have been so many times when you imagined how his fingers would feel inside of you.
How it would feel if he curved his fingers just right, hitting that sweet spot inside your walls. You imagined the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit in a slow, sensual pace that would drive you insane.
You clamped your legs together at the thought of him being inside you. It wasn’t surprising that you were already getting wet just from thinking about him. You fantasized about Jackson almost every single day.
Without hesitation, you carefully lifted your oversized tee to reveal your bare pussy. You weren’t going to touch yourself, atleast not this time. You just wanted to feel how wet he made you.
You took your middle finger and slowly dragged it along your folds and you were soaked. A tiny smile crept up on your face as you saw the sticky mess that Jackson had caused.
He shuffled a bit from his spot on the couch and you froze, terrified of him catching you. Thankfully, he was still glued to his phone.
Suddenly, you decided to pull your large tee down and come into his view.
Jackson flinched when he saw you appear out of nowhere, silently cursing at himself for not hearing you come down the stairs. “Wh-What are you still doing up?” He asked.
You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m thirsty.”
He simply nodded and turned his attention back to his phone.
You smiled and headed straight to the kitchen to get something to drink. You knew he’d watch you and he certainly was.
He tore his focus away from his phone to get a good look at your retreating figure. His pants began to tighten the longer he stared at you. What drove him even crazier was the sight of your tee barely covering your ass when you bent down to grab something in the fridge.
“You want something to drink?” You asked. At this point, your shirt rode up completely and your ass was on full display.
Jackson felt himself getting harder while his mind was racing. All the things that he wished to do to you started to cloud his mind. He was truly at a loss for words.
You finally decided to stop teasing him. Slowly, you made your way over to him and he started to get nervous all of a sudden. You saw how he began to wipe his palms on his pants and looked at everything else but you.
“Eyes up here, Jackson,” you urged, placing your fingers under his chin.
You instantly sat on his lap and he never took his eyes off of you. You felt how hard he was through his pants and let out a quiet moan.
His hands immediately gripped your ass and he squeezed it hard, making you arch your back. He lets out a low groan as he moves his hands to your hips. “F-fuck… you’re gonna get me fired.”
You ignore him. You didn’t give a fuck.
You slowly roll your hips back and forth, taking in how good his length feels against your throbbing clit.
He throws his head back from the overwhelming pleasure. You decide to go even faster, letting your hands find their way to his throat. Something had awakened inside of you as you squeezed his throat even harder. Your stomach was fluttering with butterflies as you felt the sensation of his jeans on your clit.
Jackson’s breath was getting heavier and his grip on your hips got even tighter, reminding you that he was just seconds away from cumming. You stopped your movements completely and he cranked his head up in frustration.
“N-no, please…” he whimpered softly. He tried so hard to make you roll your hips with his grip, but you wouldn’t budge.
You liked seeing him like this. All desperate and needy for you. So fucking desperate to cum.
You removed your hands from his throat and guided his fingers to your soaked pussy. Another moan came out of him as he felt your wetness. You leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Have a good night, Jackson.”
You quickly got up and made your way upstairs as if nothing ever happened.
Jackson let out a loud groan, aggravated at the pathetic state that you left him in. He looked down at his pants to see he that he was embarrassingly hard, and noticed the small wet spot that was left by you. He threw his head back in anger, leaving himself with no choice but to finish himself off for the third night in a row.
𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐐 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 [𝟏𝟖+]
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ➳ cameron cade, teddy spencer, jackson brooks, ledger ward, aaron (atlana)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➳ SMUT, smut, and uhhh more smut
𝐀/𝐍 ➳ I’m back and I will never abandon this app ever again. Life was AWFUL when I stopped writing lmao.
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 or I’ll whoop your ass
𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 (riding/cowgirl)
Absolutely loves it when you ride him. He needs you on top of him at all times so he can stare at your tits all night. Only downside about this position is that he NEVER lasts long. How could he when he’s got the chance to swirl your nipples in his mouth.
PACE ➳ He always makes sure that you ride him nice and slow. Nothing too crazy because he doesn’t want to cum too fast. Your tight walls clenching around him as you slowly move up and down. The way you clench extra hard when you reach the tip because you know it makes him shiver.
BONUS ➳ he HAS to nut in you because of his breeding kink. He just wants to prepare you for the future incase y’all decide to have kids.
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 (backshots + pronebone + anything that’ll get him to see that ass)
He’s sick and tired of all the attitude you give him while he’s on the job, so he’ll definitely make sure you pay for that shit later. He’ll let it slide, making you think you’ve gotten away with your bratty attitude earlier. But later in the night, he’ll get you when you least expect it. He’ll pin you down on your stomach and force you not to move. This man will talk you through it ALL.
PACE ➳ Fast strokes cause he just can’t help himself. It drives him crazy knowing that he can’t fuck you while he’s on the job.
He’ll also put you in a headlock, forcing you to apologize after talking shit all damn day. Makes it his sole mission to make you cum at least three times. The night ain’t over unless he gets what he wants…
Lastly, he will never NOT cum in you. At the end of the day, he needs to know that you belong to him and ONLY him.
BONUS ➳ On the days that it’s too risky to fuck, then he’ll make you get on your knees and give him head. Ropes of spit dripping down your chest as he fucks your mouth. Pushes your head down and makes you swallow all of his nut without spitting that shit out. He just wants to fix that smart ass mouth you got.
𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 (missionary)
That goofy persona of his disappears the second he gets you in bed. He needs to kiss you as he gets deeper inside of you. This is his favorite position because he gets the chance to kiss you all over the place. Neck kisses, cheek kisses, jaw kisses, hand wrapped around your throat, etc. The sound of your moans turn him on so fucking much he just can’t get enough of you.
PACE ➳ moderate. Not too hard or fast. Slow enough to where y’all can both see it go in and out.
BONUS ➳ if he’s feeling bold enough, then he’ll put your legs on his shoulders and dig into you. He’ll rock his hips up and down to hit your sweet spot. Or if he’s feeling REALLY bold then he’ll press his hand on your lower stomach and fuck you til your gushing all over him.
𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 (spooning)
He’s a big softie so he doesn’t want to do anything that could hurt you. Rubs your clit with soft, tiny circles as he’s digging in you from the side. Squeezes the FUCK out of your titties. Got his hand on your throat as he kisses your neck too.
PACE ➳ DANGEROUSLY slow strokes that got you begging for him. Chokes you even harder when he’s ready to go faster.
𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 (backshots)
Loves seeing that ass jiggle as he fucks you. Pushes you down into the bed to fuck you even harder. He ain’t done unless he got you screaming and shaking. Makes it his sole mission to make sure you can’t walk after this. Your raspy moans and get louder as he thrusts deeper inside you.
PACE ➳ a rough but steady rhythm. Keeps his grip extra tight on your hips to make sure you ain’t going nowhere.
BONUS ➳ He’ll certainly make you work for your nut. He’ll force you to throw that ass back on him when he knows you’re desperate to cum.
𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬
࿐ 𝐽𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁.𝑠ℎ𝑒/ℎ𝑒𝑟.𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘.𝟐𝟎. 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟. 𝑖’𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑇𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑞.𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙-𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟.𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠.𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑠.𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡.𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒☆
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— 𝑇𝑌𝑅𝐼𝑄 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑆
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𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅
𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝒄𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕
𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕
𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑
𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏
𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅!𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃
𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒐 (𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛)
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒
𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏 (𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒)
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆(𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛)
— 𝐷𝑅𝐸𝑊 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐾𝐸𝑌
𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍
𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 - 𝐈. | 𝐈𝐈. | 𝐈𝐈𝐈. | 𝐈𝐕.
𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈
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𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓!𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒓!𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒆
Ledger Ward fic??? 👀👀👀
yesssssssss
hell no
why is it that the fics written with AI get thousands of likes…????
Somebody plss recommend me some more smoke x annie fics! I feel like I’ve read all of them.
ASHES TO ASHES — SPECIAL AGENT JACKSON BROOKS
“Don't you give me up, please don't give up on me, I belong with you, and only you, baby”
In which Jackson takes on a special case client that takes a turn for the worst… or so he thinks 🍒
warnings: 18+ content (MNI), witch! black/fem! reader x Special Agent Jackson Brooks, witchy themes, spell work, stalking, obsession, infatuation, dark! reader, cussing/swearing, flirting, smuttt— dirty talk, pnv penetration, lowk sub! Jackson Brooks, handjob, touching, creampie.
a.n: heyyy bae, we’ve unlocked a new character! 🤭 expect to see more of him and Mr. Ledger Ward <3 anyways, this is mad random but I hope y’all like it. Heed those warnings and enjoyy 😚
on the jukebox: ‘Dark Red’ by Steve Lacy + ‘I Put a Spell on You’ by Nina Simone 🍒
It was something about you that Jackson Brooks couldn’t quite understand or put a finger on.
The more he looked at your sleeping figure in his gargantuan hotel bed— that you weren’t supposed to be sleeping in— the more he continued forming questions to ask you eventually.
The more a deep settling feeling hugged on him like a blanket.
Your body shifted on top of his duvet, the hood of your jacket softly exposing your dark, reddish brown coils. You really weren’t supposed to be in his bed, you had your own bed. You knew that.
But he knew that he couldn’t go into your room— privacy reasons. He also didn’t want to wake you up and make you walk to your room. The last time he tried, you got really upset with him.
He vowed to never do it again.
As annoying that it was, it also felt like the more Jackson Brooks looked at you, he realized just how much his job mattered.
He had to protect you, he had to make sure you were safe and in his line of sight at all costs.
You were also really fucking beautiful too. That didn’t help his conflicting feelings either.
seeing white people crash out over Timothee Chameleon not winning the Oscars has me on the FLOOR😂😂😂😂😂
i need my best friend || cameron cade.
blk! fem reader x golden boy cameron cade
Fluff, friends to lovers. just some kisses ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
୨ৎ
Loud music, smoked dusted walls and people to fill out rooms. And there he was, your best friend, Cameron Cade. The golden boy himself. Everybody thought yall was dating and you both, always denied it. What's the problem with being just friends?
Thats what you would always say.
Friends. Just friends. You didn't see him like that (or so you thought)
You were chilling at some party, a mixture of his friends and yours were there. They were smoking, you weren't, neither was he. You just watched out of boredom. You talked with your friends quietly, some of them talked about him. You lightly pull your hoodie sleeve down, adjusting to the seat. You ate some of your candy that you got from one of the snack corners.
"Well if you like him so much, you go talk to him," You tell your friend.
She laughs quietly while shaking her head, "Nah that's all yours girl" she says nudging you.
"When yall gonna...you know?" She asks smiling. I lightly scoff, the rest of the group laughed.
"Girl please, been his friend for how long? Ion want none of that." You replied, "Not like he can handle me anyways"
"Well girl go test it out then." The teasing continued and you just rolled your eyes. Sure, Cam was sweet on you, but it's because you were his best friend. Years of connection between yall. A few simple hugs, some forehead kisses, it's not what you think.
Cameron was on the other side of house. He would look over, eyeing you from time to time.
"You sure you dont wanna?" One of his friends asked. He removed the blunt from his mouth and passed it over to him. Cameron glanced at the blunt making its way around the circle, watching it pass from hand to hand before it finally reached him. He barely hesitated before shaking his head, leaning back into the couch instead.
“Nah,” he muttered, waving it off.
“C’mon, Cade,” someone groaned, holding it out toward him again. “Just one.”
He huffed a quiet laugh under his breath, running a hand over the back of his neck. “Coach would kill me, bad enough im around all this"
A few of the guys chuckled. “Man, you’re no fun,” another voice said from somewhere across the room. Cameron only smirked, stretching his legs out in front of him as he let the blunt pass to the next person.
“I like winning more,” he said simply. For a moment the conversation drifts, music thumping low through the speakers, someone arguing about last week’s game. Then one of the guys nudges Cameron’s shoe with his own.
“Aight, Mr. Discipline,” he says, squinting at him. “So if you ain’t smoking, why you even here?”
Cameron shrugs, gaze drifting toward the window. “Just came through.”
“Man, stop lying,” another voice cuts in with a laugh. “You only showed up ’cause y/n was supposed to be here.”
Cam stops and a couple of the guys snicker. Cam's head tilts slightly. “I didn’t say that.”
“But you ain’t deny it either,” someone adds. He lets out a quiet breath through his nose, shaking his head a little, but the corner of his mouth lifts. “Y’all talk too much.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the first guy grins. “So what is it with you and her anyway?”
Cameron leans back deeper into the couch, eyes dropping to the floor for a second like he’s thinking about the answer longer than he should. “Nothing,” he says finally. "Same shit I tell yall, just came through"
They let the convo die down, for a bit. On your side, you still heard a little bit of this and that with your friends, but mostly tuned it out. Another topic got brought up, the conversations kept shifting every few minutes. Someone starts talking about classes, another person jumps in complaining about a professor. You hear pieces of it, laughs, someone arguing about a game, a couple people debating where to go after this, but most of it fades into background noise.
You nod when someone looks your way, half-smiling at the right moments, but your mind isn’t really there anymore.
It keeps drifting.
Back toward the couch across the room.
Back toward Cameron.
You don’t mean to look, but your eyes slide over anyway, catching the sight of him leaning back like he always does, calm, relaxed. One arm draped over the couch, while the guys around him talk over each other. He looked like he was trying to get into it, but seemed unbothered by it all.
For a second, you watch him longer than you should, studying the way he laughs at something someone says, or the small shake of his head after.
Then you quickly look away, pretending to focus on the conversation in front of you again.
You could admit he was handsome, too damn handsome. Funny, and smart.
There was this time at his house, he had just gotten off practice. So, being bored you decided to come over. You were sprawled out on his couch in your college hoodie, half listening to him talk about some girl he used to date. Some pretty girl from the dance team, you knew that wasn't gonna last long. He went on about, why it didn't work out, something about her being too busy, or him caring too much about football. It seemed like background noise at first, you've heard it time again and again. But, the more you heard, the more your chest felt tight.
Was it jealously? Couldn't be.
You didn't like him like that you kept repeating to yourself. So why is him talking about another girl bothering you to the bone? Why does it matter who he dates? Why can't you even focus on what he's saying right now? You were staring at him, but weren't even listening.
Unfortuatly, that feeling grew. But all you could do, was suppress it.
You finally remember you're at a party, but your thoughts are already somewhere else. Why am I even here? You already know the answer. It’s stupid, honestly. You told yourself you were just stopping by for a bit, that you weren’t coming to see anyone in particular. But your eyes had found him the second he walked in.
You drag your stare away quickly, pretending to pay attention to the conversation again. Occasionally looking at your short french tips, but the words barely register. All you can think about is the way he’s sitting over there, like nothing’s changed, like he hasn’t noticed you at all.
Maybe that’s what bothers you the most.
You shift in your seat, tugging lightly at the sleeve of your hoodie before finally exhaling under your breath. Hours went. Games and drinking followed. Your head pounded with thoughts.
“I think I’m gonna head home,” you say suddenly.
Your friend glances over. “Already, you ain't been here long"
You shrug, forcing a small smile. “Yeah. I’m kinda tired, all the smoke n stuff."
But the truth is, you just don’t feel like sitting across the room pretending you’re not thinking about him anymore. And before you can second-guess it, you’re already standing up. A couple people glance up when you move, conversations dipping for a second before picking back up again. You tug lightly at the sleeve and step away from the group, weaving through the living room.
You can feel a few eyes following you.
But you don’t slow down. Your gaze is already fixed on the couch across the room, on him.
Cam’s still there, leaning back with the guys. One arm rests along the back of the couch, his head tilted slightly while someone beside him talks. His hair low cut and jaw lightly flexed, clearly not interested in the conversation.
Then he notices you.
His eyes lift, locking onto you as you get closer.
He straightens just a little.
You stop in front of him.
“Hey,” you say, keeping your voice casual.
“Hey,” Cameron replies, brows pulling together slightly like he’s trying to read your expression. "You good?"
You shift your weight. “You mind taking me home?” you ask. “I’m ready to go.” He doesn’t hesitate, as if he was ready to leave himself.
“Yeah,” he says, already leaning forward, grabbing his hoodie from the arm of the couch.
Someone nearby lets out a quiet laugh. “Damn, Cade.”
Cam ignores it, pulling the hoodie over his head before standing up. He glances down at you. “You good?” he asks again.
You nod. “Yeah. Just tired.”
He studies your face for a second like he’s deciding whether to ask more, but then he jerks his head toward the door.
“C’mon.”
And just like that, he’s walking out with you, with no problem. Cam walks out first holding the door open for you. You give a small nod and start walking to his car. “Thanks,” you say, giving a small nod, your hands tucked into your hoodie pockets.
“Anything for you,” he says casually, tilting his head just enough to meet your eyes. That wasn't helping your thoughts. Each one of them getting louder and clearer. He stood taller than you. His tone lightly tired, but there’s that quiet weight behind it that makes your heart skip.
You fall into step beside him, the cool night air brushing past. “Long night,” you mutter, more to yourself than him.
He glances at you, one eyebrow just slightly raised. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you say again, shrugging. “Thought I’d get out before it got later than I already feel.” Cam didn't answer right away. He just keeps walking, silent but aware, like he’s cataloging every little thing about how you move, how you breathe, how you’re holding yourself.
After a moment, he says softly, “Smart.” You glance at him sideways, almost catching the corner of a smirk.
“You’re always so… you know,” you lightly tease.
"Like what?" He asks looking at you.
“Like nothing can shake you.”
He shrugs, opening the door. “Not always” he says. The answer of it makes it feel heavier than just words. You slide into the passenger seat, and he closes the door behind you with a quiet click. The engine hums to life, and suddenly it’s just the two of you. You both sat in silence, the radio played quietly.
But there it was. The feelings swirling over you. The thoughts of him, and you. Together in ways that definitely weren't for just friends. The tension—, the tension that’s been simmering under the surface for years. And you wonder if he ever felt it too. It seemed ridiculous to ask, because you knew how he was, but maybe, just maybe it was different with you. The drive is quiet, the streetlights passing overhead in slow streaks. You’re tucked into the passenger seat, hoodie pulled a little tighter around yourself, while Cameron keeps his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel.
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He pulls into your driveway. The engine hums low as he kills it, and for a moment, neither of you moves. The quiet is comfortable, but it makes your heart beat faster than usual.
“So…” you start, glancing at him sideways, “what are you gonna do now?”
More of like, "I don't really wanna leave yet"
He shrugs, one corner of his mouth lifting just slightly. “Probably head home. Do practice … or, I dunno, watch something.” You can feel the unspoken tension in the way he looks at you.
You felt like the words spoken were enough, so you reach for the door, pulling the seatbelt free. As you're about to go, he gently lays a hand on your wrist. “Hold up for a second, we gotta talk,” he says, and suddenly there’s a shift in the energy of the car.
"Wassup?" You ask him a lil confused. He leans over just slightly, tilting his head with that quiet, teasing expression he always wears, and taps his cheek gently. Not demanding, but just enough to make it obvious what he wanted.
You blink, then let out a soft laugh, shaking your head a little. “You’re ridiculous, like actually ” you murmur.
“Yeah,” he says, leaning just slightly closer, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s enjoying himself, “You love me.”
Your chest tightens. “I do not,” you snap softly, though you can’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips.
“Uh-huh, cmon now” he murmurs, voice dropping low, quiet enough that it feels like it’s meant just for you. His hand shifts a fraction on the console between you, brushing close to yours without actually touching, just enough to make your fingers itch to reach for him. You wanted to, but didn't.
You lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek. Soft and cute. Like normal. The sound of your laugh mixes with the quiet night outside. Neither of you moves to leave just yet. You pull back slightly, still smiling, and your eyes meet his. His gaze locks onto yours and for the first time tonight, it feels like all the tension that’s been building between you, has a chance to breathe.
"Happy?" You asks chuckling.
He nods, giving that smile that you like. You bite on your tongue, trying to stop anything wrong from leaving your lips.
Friends. Thats it.
"Why"d you wanna leave?" He asks suddenly.
"Told you, just tired" you replied, hoping he would leave it at that. But he knew you, he knew it was something else.
"Nah, cmon tell me y/n" he asks you again staring. He had a feeling of what it was, but he wanted you to say it. You rolled your eyes lightly, "You know what it is, about us, being friends"
“Friends, huh?” he says, the corner of his mouth pulling into a small smirk. “Just friends?”
“Yeah… friends.” He watches you for a second, quiet like he’s turning the words over in his head. Then he leans a little closer in his seat, not crowding you, just enough that you notice. “Yeah?” he says softly. “That what you call it?”
You stare at him, little caught off. “What else would it be?”
Cam lets out a small breath through his nose, almost amused. “I mean… yeah,” he says. “We are friends.”
You nod, a little surprised he didn’t argue. “But,” he continues, tilting his head slightly, “you and I both know we close.”
Your fingers fidget in your lap. “Friends can be close.”
“Sure,” he says easily. “Ain’t saying they can’t.” His eyes flick over your face again, like he’s catching every little reaction.
“Just feels like lately it’s been… different.”
You look away. “Different how?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “Just different.”
The corner of his mouth lifts again. “And you know what I mean.”
"Well that's not helping is it?" you say rolling your eyes.
But you did know. You’ve felt it too—the small pauses, the looks that last a little longer than they used to, the way sitting next to him suddenly makes you more aware of everything, even the subtle touches with him. But you keep telling yourself it’s nothing. Just friends. But here he was, singing a whole new tune.
“Look,” he says after a moment, voice calm. “I ain’t trying to make it weird or nothing.” Your eyes flick back to him.
“We friends,” he repeats simply. “That’s not changing.” Then he adds, a little quieter, “Just saying… sometimes stuff shifts.”
There’s a short silence.
Then he glances at you again, that easy smirk coming back. “And if I’m wrong, I’m wrong.”
He leans back slightly in his seat after that, like the conversation doesn’t bother him either way, but the way he looks at you says he definitely noticed something. You take in everything, so, clearly he's noticed it too. Way to go y/n for trynna be subtle.
"I dont like you, like that. I could kiss you and id be fine."
You didn't think the words would come out that fast, but they did. You wish you could take them back but they were already out.
Cameron’s eyebrows lift a little, the first real break in his calm expression. “You could what?”
You curse calmly, trying to act normal. “I’m just saying. It wouldn’t mean anything. We’re friends.”
He looks at you for a second, quiet, then the corner of his mouth pulls into a slow smile. “Wouldn’t mean anything, huh?”
You shake your head, staring out the windshield. “Nope.”
“That’s a crazy thing to say,” he mutters.
"Why?”
He shifts back in his seat, one arm resting along the console, still relaxed. “’Cause now I’m tryna figure out if you serious… or just talking.”
“I’m serious.”
“Yeah?” he says, tilting his head slightly.
You nod once. “Yeah.”
He lets out a quiet breath through his nose. “Aight.”
You blink at him. “That’s it?”
Cam glances back at you, calm as ever. “What you want me to do?” he says. “You the one said it wouldn’t mean nothing.”
“I didn’t say you had to do anything.”
He shrugs. “Exactly, and I told you already… I ain’t doing nothing unless you do something.”
The silence after that feels heavier than before.
You look at him for a second too long. He doesn’t move, just watches you like he’s got all the patience in the world.
“You serious?” you mutter.
“Yeah,” he says simply. “Dead serious.”
You hesitate, then lean over before you can think too hard about it.
You glance down to his lips, his mouth in a small smirk.
"Stop smiling" you tell him, he smirks wider. You press your glossy lips to his, kissing him quick.
You pull back fast, sitting straight again like nothing happened.
“See?” you say, trying to sound casual. “Told you.”
For a moment Cameron doesn’t say anything.
“Nothing?” he repeats.
“Yeah.”
He studies your face for a second, quiet again. The car feels smaller somehow. “You sure about that?” he says.
You shrug. “Pretty sure.”
Cameron lets out a small breath through his nose, like he doesn’t believe you for a second. “Aight,” he says again, nodding slowly.
You start to slowly open the door, again. You figured you had embarrassed yourself enough. Perhaps you could distract yourself from this whole day or maybe sleep the feelings off. But, before you can, his hand lightly taps the side of your knee, stopping you. “C’mere a second.”
You glance at him. “Why?”
He tilts his head slightly, that calm look still on his face. “Just come here.”
Your heart starts beating fast, but you lean a little closer. For a moment he just looks at you, like he’s deciding something.
“Yeah,” he murmurs.
“Yeah what?” you ask.
Then he leans in and kisses you. Warm and slow, in a way perfect, giving the smallest bit of attention to your bottom lip. Like he’s actually trying it, instead of proving a point.
When he pulls back, he watches your reaction for a second. You sat there, staring him. He actually kissed you. Not a cheek kiss, not a forehead kiss, but a kiss that you've thought about multiple times. A small part of you felt a small relief and a sudden finally. But the other part shot up fast and went straight to the warmest parts of your body. Your eyes tried focusing on him while your hands fixed to stay in your lap and not pull him close. And he noticed.
“Yeah,” he says casually low. “That definitely wasn't nothing.”
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and questioning. You didn't stop him. You couldn't. You needed this, craved this.
"You want another one?" He asked quiet.
Maybe the smell of his cologne was getting to you, or maybe the taste of his fainted peppermint gum from the kiss. Or maybe how he always cared about you, busting his ass for you like it was no problem.
You liked it. You liked him. You then slowly nod your head at him.
He listened and leaned in again to kiss you. It was gentle. A soft brush, barely there, then gone. Then some more.
Kiss—stop—kiss—stop
Each brush of his lips sent another confirmation to yourself, your mind started to stutter, trying to process the sensation. That familiar sweetness from his gum, felt so intimate. Your own lips tingled, wanting more from him. He watched you the whole time with that calm look in his eyes, as if he knew exactly the chaos he was pouring inside you.
Thanks for reading <3 pls heart ♡
❛ADDICTED❜ | CAMERON CADE PT. 1
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 .ೃ࿐ cameron cade x black fem!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 .ೃ࿐ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, you get entangled in an affair with your best friend just one week before your wedding.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 .ೃ࿐ friends to lovers (fastburn), cheatinggg, fiancé slander, Cameron being petty, yearning, obsession, drunken love confessions, oral (fem receiving), drama drama drama. 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .ೃ࿐ don’t let ur bf stop you from finding your husband. JK, I do not condone cheating in any way, but it’s so fun to write lmao. [ 𝐖𝐂 : ̗̀➛ 𝟒.𝟏𝐤 ]
- - ——— ꒰ 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐣𝐮𝐥 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡 ꒱
𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 for you. At least that’s what you told yourself. From an outside perspective, it seemed like you had it all. A successful business, a wonderful stream of income, and you've somehow managed to take one of the most eligible bachelors off the market.
You had the luxurious life that any girl could ever dream of. But there was this ever-lasting void in your heart that you tried so hard to push away. Deep down, you know there was something else that was missing from your life.
Your fiancé was good. He was safe, but it's been a while since you've felt the rush of butterflies in your stomach. It's been a while since you've smiled so hard that your cheeks stung. It's been a while since you've felt seen.
Cameron made you happy, though. Nothing made your heart swell more than the fact that your best friend of nine years was helping you plan your wedding.
You never had to lift a finger when it came to him. Catering, booking fees, cake design, and even your wedding dress... Cameron paid for it all. You were so grateful that Cameron eased all of your stress and anxiety since the wedding was only one week away.
"How's my beautiful bride doing today?" Cameron's large arms wrapped around you from behind. He was never shy of showing physical affection toward you.
"Cam, stop! Put me down." A loud shriek emerged as you felt him lift you off the ground with ease.
"Why are you hiding in here? I'm seriously 'bout to start opening all your gifts."
Truth be told, you had no idea why you were even stalling in the first place. A bridal shower was supposed to be a fun, memorable event and you were hiding away in your suite.
"I'm not hiding, Cam. I'm mentally preparing to socialize."
"Well... your fiancé is waiting for you." All the humor in his voice disappeared immediately.
You paused from applying your eyeliner and squinted at him. "Okay... what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"N-nothing. Forget it." He quickly looked away from your burning gaze and started to fidget with his rings. "You hungry?"
"No, don't change the subject! Seriously, what's your problem with him?" You recalled all the times that Cameron made slick remarks about your fiancé. Honestly, you were getting sick of it since Cameron could never atleast pretend to be nice to him.
It was odd since he's always been so soft and kind to others, even when they pissed him off. But for some reason, Cameron never respected your fiancé... not even when they first met.
"He's just... he's boring as fuck! No one likes his ass." He fidgeted with his rings even more and kept his eyes glued to the carpet.
You knew Cameron better than you knew yourself and he couldn't lie for shit. "Could you at least try to be nice to him? Try to strike a conversation or something?"
He groaned loudly. "Hell no! The fuck do I even say to him?"
In a swift motion, you got up from the chair and made your way over to him. It was time for you to set some boundaries. This wedding was incredibly important to you and it wasn't going to be ruined by petty fights.
You needed to make sure that everything remained perfect. That even included making Cameron play nice with your fiancé for the first time in his life.
"I need you to do this for me, okay? I love him." You looked up at him but his eyes were concentrated on the door. While taking his hand in yours, he finally looked at you. "Be nice to him, okay?"
It took a minute for him to respond. He just stood there, staring down at you like he was frozen in time. You just assumed that he was spacing out, so you flicked his forehead.
"Ow!"
"Did you hear what I just said?"
"Yeah, play nice and kiss his ass... whatever," Cameron groaned, rolling his eyes.
You sighed in defeat as you knew that was all you were gonna get at this point. "You know what? Forget it!"
"Fine! I'll be nice to him, I promise." He stopped you before you were able to make your way out the door. As he engulfed you in a hug, you felt a soft kiss on your forehead.
This didn't surprise you. Cameron always made sure to give you a bear hug and plant a simple forehead kiss to make you forgive him. It worked every single time. Cameron’s hugs always made everything better for you as well. There was something about his touch that just made you relax with ease.
"Thank you!" you squealed in excitement before daintily sticking your hand out. "Shall we?"
Cameron rolled his eyes before he planted a kiss on your hand and led you out the door. "You drive me crazy, girl," he silently said to himself as he watched you walk ahead.
The blazing sun burned the back of your neck as you walked. You groaned in agony as you mentally prepared for the event. There was nothing you wanted more than to crawl into bed and rot in it for the rest of the day. The rest of the month, actually. Unfortunately, being a bride-to-be was considered a full time job. There was absolutely no time for rest.
You felt Cameron’s hand rest on your back as he led you over to the food section. Finally, a hot meal to ease the anxiety before you get to open all of your gifts.
“Now who the hell brought this dry ass food?” Cameron whispered to you as he looked at everything on the table.
You giggled and shoved him a little bit. “You’re so rude, Cameron.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.” He grabbed a spoonful of macaroni and noticed how it got stuck to his plate. “See? Dry as fuck.”
The eruption of giggles between you two quickly died down as your fiancé approached. He immediately grabbed you in his arms and gave you a messy kiss. “Haven’t seen you all day.”
Cameron nearly gagged at your fiancé’s behavior. He stood there awkwardly as he watched him whisper sweet nothings into your ear. A painful feeling emerged in his chest the longer he stared. His chest tightened from the way your fiancé was touching you. The way you leaned to him and smiled as he whispered things to you.
He tried his hardest to respect you and your fiancé. But the fact that you were only a week away from being married nearly killed him inside.
Eventually, you pulled away from his hold. “Uh babe, you remember Cameron, right?” you asked, hoping to kill the awkward silence
“Yeah! How you doing man?”
Cameron examined the man with a bored expression and turned back to his plate.
You spoke up to try to ease the heavy tension. “Babe, Cameron was just talking about the food and wanted to know who brought it.”
Cameron gave you a tiny glare for trying to involve him in the conversation. The last thing he wanted to do was pretend to be interested in anything your fiancé had to say.
Your fiancé chimed in. “Oh yeah, I helped my mom with that. Tryna practice more in the kitchen, know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I guess…” Cameron said with a nonchalant expression as he put the macaroni back in the tray.
Next thing you know, an intense staring competition occurred between you and your fiancé. You don’t even know why you expected Cameron to play nice with him. Every encounter you forced him to make either ended with pure silence or just backhanded compliments. You couldn’t win and you didn’t want to waste anymore time with this.
“You know what? I think I’m ready to open my gifts!” you said excitedly.
Without another word, you made your way over to where everyone else was gathered. Your eyes widened in surprise at the overwhelming number of presents. Over a dozen gift bags, boxes, and envelopes were placed a few inches in front of your chair. The sun was only getting hotter by the second and you wanted to make this as quick as possible.
One by one, you opened everyone's gifts. It was nothing you haven't seen before. Wine bottles, gift cards, shoes… It was all boring. It was like no one even put in the effort to get you something you actually liked. They just got you what was convenient for themselves.
"Uh, thank you so much guys! These were so beautiful. I think I’m gonna head bac—"
"You missed one!" Your mother's voice nearly made you roll your eyes.
A large, black jewelry box sat on the table. Honestly, you were way too out of it to even fake a smile anymore. You lazily grabbed the box and opened it with ease. Your body froze when you looked at the contents inside. It was a rose gold pendant necklace staring back at you with a note attached to it. You quietly read the contents of the note to yourself.
‘To the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. No one will ever compare to you in my eyes.’ – Cam
"Oh my god! Who's it from, baby?" Your mother asked.
You quickly closed the box before she could get any closer. "Uh, it doesn't say."
The warmth of his stare paraded your body after you said that. You finally turned to look at Cameron and he never once looked away. An odd feeling emerged the longer you stared at him. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but quickly changed his mind.
"Gotta save the best one for last!" A wet, sloppy kiss was planted on the side of your head. Your fiancé appeared from behind as he gifted you an odd looking box.
You quickly ripped your gaze away from Cameron before you could get sunken into his blue-green orbs. His eyes were so beautiful. They were so beady and gentle that it felt like you could get lost in them for hours.
Before you knew it, Cameron stood up, grabbed a drink, and made his way back to the retreat. You almost called out for him until your fiancé waved the box in your face, pushing you to open it. Sighing in defeat, you ripped it open and a thousand curse words flew through your head.
Pink furry handcuffs…
You slammed the box shut in pure fear and embarrassment.
"I know you've been dying to get those, babe." His hard, calloused hands grazed your shoulders as he flashed his smile to your family. Awkward, forced laughs could be heard at his painful attempt to be funny.
"T-thank you, baby." Your nails dug into your palms to keep from lashing out.
"Alright, let's uh… dinner's on me tonight, everyone!" Your fiancé loudly clapped his hands to try to break the awkward silence.
Nothing had prepared you for the sheer embarrassment of today.
It’s been almost fourteen hours since you’ve seen a bed. For the entire day, you've been dragged around to do exhausting tasks and suffer in small talk. And now your day got even worse because your fiancé decided to dine out at a resturant fartherst away from the retreat.
Your feet were sore, your back was on fire, and your migraine was only getting worse. It took everything in you not to get up and walk the fuck out, but you didn't want your mother criticizing you for it.
An eruption of giggles made you crank your neck up from your resting place. You narrowed your eyes at your fiancé across the table as he held his hand on a waitress's back. Due to pure exhaustion, you just rolled your eyes and glanced at your food.
Something was missing at this table. There weren't any dirty inside jokes being whispered in your ear. No tiny glasses of tequila being shared under the table.
Cameron was missing…
You couldn't explain it, but having Cameron around made your life so much easier and relaxing. As much as he irritated you most of the time due to his reckless behavior, you couldn't stand another second without him.
You could feel your mother's stare burning into the side of your head. It was like she could tell that you needed Cameron here in order to socialize properly. For whatever reason, your mother couldn't stand him. She couldn't stand the fact that you spent more time with him than with your own fiancé. She couldn't stand how easily Cameron distracted you from your own life.
"Sit your ass up," your mother quietly scolded you as she fixed her hair. "You should be enjoying the night with your fiancé."
"He's busy," You said lazily as you continued to pick at your food.
For a split second, you looked up and saw that he was still talking to the waitress. This time, he was whispering in her ear about something.
"Don't be rude! They're probably talking about dessert."
You almost clapped back at her insensitive comment until the chair next to you creaked loudly. Cameron plopped himself down and groaned loudly.
"Where the hell were you? I've been lookin—" You pause as you take in his appearance. His movements were sloppy and lazy, his shirt was buttoned in all the wrong places… and he had sweatpants on. He looked crazy.
"Are you fucking drunk?"
"N-no…" He shook his head almost too quickly.
"Are you crazy? What the hell is wrong with you?"
His fingers reached toward your neck and all the air had been knocked out of you. Slowly, he grazed his fingers along your collarbone before he finally got to the pendant.
"It looks so beautiful on you," Cameron said, slurring his words.
You were about to scold him for his drunken appearance until you saw your fiancé stand up. He began to clink his glass. "Everyone, I just got a few things to say."
Cameron sucked his teeth and sank into his chair. "Here we fuckin' go…"
Your face twisted in confusion from his attitude, but you brushed it off and assumed he was just tired from today.
"I just wanted to say how grateful I am to have this amazing woman in my life. Honestly, I wouldn't even be the man I am today without her."
The weight of everyone's stare haunted you as you took in his words. You tried to feel something. Love, warmth, desire… but nothing came up. You began to feel more uncomfortable in your chair the longer everyone stared.
“There's no one in this world that I love more than yo—"
A loud, obnoxious yawn came from Cameron and everyone's attention was on him. He took another swig of his drink as if nothing ever happened. Whatever his problem was, you couldn't even be bothered to care at this point. You just silently prayed that he wouldn't break his promise by starting something with your fiancé.
"Anyway… I love you so much and I'm prepared to spend the rest of my life with you."
Nothing came up. You tried to search for butterflies or a spark in your body, but there was absolutely nothing. Maybe it was normal not to feel sparks or excitement towards your fiancé. Maybe it was normal not to get flustered around him. You've felt sparks from planning all the details of your wedding, but not for your own fiancé.
A gentle touch to your collarbone interrupted your thoughts. You flinched in surprise when you saw Cameron reach for your necklace again.
"Do you like it?"
His awful attempt at whispering made you even more irritated. You tried to refocus your attention on your fiancé, but Cameron tapped your shoulder harder. "Do you like the necklace?"
"Yes!" You whispered harshly, praying that he wouldn't embarrass you with his drunken and sloppy actions any further.
"It took me so long to find this one. It haad to be this one." His voice got even louder and you tried to ignore him until his thumb brushed your cheek. "I love it on you."
"Uh, excuse me!" Your fiancé shouted, glaring at Cameron.
"Ain't nobody talking to you!" Cameron jabbed back before turning to you again. "This necklace means so much—"
The chair creaked loudly as you stood up in anger. Your blood was boiling and you were beyond embarrassed by Cameron's behavior. Everything was planned out beyond perfection and Cameron ruined it by showing up drunk.
Taking his arm in yours, you decided to bring him outside for a little chat. You flashed a painfully forced smile to everyone at the table. "We'll be back."
Your lungs screamed for air as you tried to help Cameron back to his room. He tripped over his feet and put nearly all of his weight onto you. By the time you finally reached his room, you were beyond exhausted. You've never seen him so drunk before. You've never seen him be so rude and condescending before, either. This whole night had been confusing and completely overstimulating.
"Weee gotta get some ice creammm,'' Cameron rambled as he lazily took his shoes off.
"Cameron!"
His smile quickly vanished as he took in your angered expression. He knew he fucked up since you were never the type to be quick to anger. "Oh, fuck! I-I'm so sorryy"
In a quick movement, you shoved him harshly but he didn't even budge. All your pent-up anger exploded on Cameron and you were unable to stop yourself. You kept hitting and banging his chest and he just sat there and took it. "You fucking asshole!"
He remained silent as you blew up at him. His drunken, beady eyes never left you for a split second.
"You fucking embarrassed me in there! You walk in there like an idiot and embarrass me in front of my husband!"
Your husband?!" Cameron snapped, squinting his eyes at you.
"Yes, my fucking husband! He's the most important person in my life and you're not gonna ruin this!"
Cameron scoffed in amusement. "So I'm not important to you now?! Does your fuckin' "husband" even appreciate you like he's supposed to?"
He was getting on your last nerve, but you knew that he was right in a sense. You can't remember the last time you felt cherished or prioritized by your fiancé. Everything had always been about him and his wants, but never yours. Everything was always something to show off when it came to him.
"You're not even happy with him," Cameron pointed out as he stepped even closer to you.
You didn't know what to say. You were damn sure not proving him right, so you decided to remain quiet. Maybe he'll change the subject if you stop talking about him.
You began to make your way out of the room until he spoke up again. "Do you know… how much it hurts me to see you with him?"
Your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers hovered over the doorknob. "Don't—"
"I can't pretend that I'm not in love with you. I can't do that shit anymore."
"…What?" you whispered, finally turning around to face him.
Cameron let out a long sigh before dragging a hand down his face. "I really tried to be happy for you, but I fucking can't. I see you with him and I get sick to my stomach because I know that you'll never be mine. And… and you deserve to know this because you mean the world to me!"
Your chest felt tight. It felt like it was getting harder to breathe as time passed. You made it your mission to avoid eye contact with Cameron. "You can't… say this."
Cameron stepped even closer to you and it seemed like the walls started closing in on the two of you.
"I'm so in love with you," he said, looking deeply into your eyes.
"Cameron, we can't— you can't say this to me right now," you pleaded. Your pulse spiked as you took in his every word. This couldn't happen. "I'm not even supposed to be here with you—"
It all happened so fast that you could barely even register it. Cameron reached his hands to your face before giving you the softest kiss. You sank into his lips like a known reflex.
His lips felt familiar. His touch felt right. This felt right. You melted into him even more, kissing him back with desperation and a sense of desire that you've spent so many years searching for.
You were in an endless trance. Every part of your mind was telling you to pull away, but instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.
It was all so unreal and your stomach swirled with butterflies. Tiny bits of guilt crept up, eating away at your conscience. However, Cameron's hands touching every inch of your body made you lose every ounce of control.
Cameron guided you to the edge of his bed and looked down at you with a lustful gaze. Your body ached as you watched him stand there in his sweats that did very little to hide his print. In a flash, he ripped his shirt off and climbed on top of you. You welcomed him with open arms as he planted kisses from your lips, to your jaw and down to your neck.
As soon as his lips connected to your neck, you flinched from the ticklish sensation. He let out a soft laugh before leaning back in and giving you a deep kiss. Your fingers slipped down to the waistband of his sweatpants and you eagerly pulled them down.
You couldn't ignore the rush of excitement anymore. Quickly, you sat up and pulled your shirt off. Cameron’s movements paused as he took in your body. He dipped his head lower to take one of your nipples in his mouth while keeping a firm grip on the other. Throwing your head back in immense pleasure, you let out a moan from the way his tongue felt on your chest.
“Cam,” your voice was just above a whisper, begging for him to keep his soft lips on you.
Cameron’s hands trailed down the sides of your body as he pressed kisses along your stomach, eventually making his way to your inner thighs. He paused, looking up to meet your eyes. You nodded too quickly, permitting him to continue. He gently pulled on your underwear, sliding it off your body and noticed the wet, sticky mess of your pussy.
He felt his mouth watering at the sight of you. “Been waiting to taste you.”
You repositioned yourself so that his face could be perfectly in between your legs. As his head dipped down and you felt his tongue glide along your wet folds, a moan escaped your mouth from the unfamiliar feeling. The painful memory of your fiancé popped up while recalling the time he attempted to eat you out. Many unsatisfying nights occurred since he could never find the perfect spot on your clit. Cameron, however, got it on the very first try.
Cameron squeezed your thighs where they rested in his grip, letting your intoxicating scent and taste wash over him. He couldn’t get enough of you as he instantly grew eager for more.
You felt his tongue moving faster on your clit and immediately covered your mouth. “Fuck,” you whispered in a shaky voice.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, you felt his lips wrap around your clit. “C-cam, wait.” You tried to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure, but Cameron’s arms locked your thighs in place.
Your chest heaved as you drew closer to the edge, a small reminder of how long it's been since you’ve felt such immense pleasure. Since someone has taken the time to really appreciate and cherish your body. Your thighs clenched around Cameron’s head as you felt your orgasm approach. He inserted his fingers into your wetness, which drew a louder moan from you. A curl of his fingers pulled the sweetest moan from your mouth.
“You look so pretty like this,” he said lowly, curling his fingers even harder.
Tears pooled in your eyes as you felt your stomach tighten. You came with a sharp cry, your orgasm so intense that your nails dug into his shoulders. Cameron loosened his grip on your thighs as he lapped up all of your juices. The sweet taste of your juices forever implanted in his brain. A gentle kiss was planted on your inner thigh as you came undone.
Cameron hovered over you before pulling you close into his arms. Your head nestled into the soft crook in his neck. You remained in that spot for a while. Silence took over the room for a short while, giving you the time to take in all just happened.
What the fuck did you just do?
OFF THE RECORD.
“i don’t wanna fight with you, tryna end my night with you
don’t let your mind get you, i’m tryna vibe with you”
PAIRING senators son!tyriq x black oc!amerie
IN WHICH, the senators handsome, charming son has never had to work hard for anything. especially women. he leaves each one more heartbroken than the last—until amerie.
CASSETTE Make it to the Morning - PND
¡WARNINGS! wc 5.7k ➺ smut smut smut! 18+ MDNI! strong language, alcohol consumption, strong tension, pining (he wants her bad), unprotected car sex (p in v), sub!tyriq, dom/sub switch, sp!t, praise kink, cowgirl, creampie
A/N bout mine IV next i promise!! another tyriq fic for the girls cause i been rewatching veep and it gave me inspiration. i couldn’t stop thinking about it so i had to gone ahead and put my pen to work, and i ate down if i do say so myself 😭 i love writing women like this it’s so invigorating. please let me know what yall thinking! <3 feedback always welcome also, requests are open if there’s anything specific you’d like me to write!
it was supposed to be a normal, easy going night for tyriq.
after he’d spent the entirety of his afternoon faking wide smiles, laughing at jokes that weren’t even remotely funny, and generally being his mothers show horse in an effort to appease her congressman friends, he needed a moment of relief.
so imagine how easy it was for him to get out of the presidential suite and down to the bar.
he expected it to consist of the usual. too many drinks, dirty dancing with beautiful women whose names were never important enough to remember once he crossed state lines (one of which would end up in his bed by the end of it all, two if he’s feeling lucky), and explicit pictures that would be the talk of the internet by morning, undoubtedly pissing his mother off. the goal.
of course things don’t always go as planned. sometimes, you fly a little too close to the sun.
except this sun in question has a name,
amerie.
a goddess. an angel, even. but most importantly
his ruin.
amerie isn’t sure why she let her friend convince her to come bar hopping. it’s never been her scene, especially tonight. she didn’t want to be in the same room as anyone important, but it would be damn near impossible not to considering the congressional hearing first thing tomorrow morning.
“i don’t know why i let you drag me out.” she mutters, fidgeting with the strap of her purse as they walk the pavement, inching closer to the building
her best friend, mecca, waves her off with an unbothered laugh “because you been glued to that desk for weeks. and please don’t start! ain’t nobody worried about congress in here amerie.”
she shoots her a look
“saying that like the city isn’t crawling with people who literally know faces and names for a living”
and it’s true. foreign diplomats, politicians, attorneys, lobbyists, journalists trying to blend in with the crowd, itching for a slip up. anyone who means anything. anyone who could easily recognize her and spin a night out into a headline.
and her boss would kill her if she did anything to jeopardize her run for senator.
she’d been very clear when she brought her on as her director of communications:
“i’m trusting you with one of if not the most important thing in this line of work: my image. you’re part of my team now, therefore everything you do, everything you say, every mistake—no matter how small—reflects back on me. and you know how badly they want to be ‘right’ about jasmine crockett, so don’t disappoint me.”
but alas, here they are. stilettos clicking rhythmically against the marble floor as they move in tandem through the hotel lobby like they own it, heads turning and jaws dropping in their wake.
nothing they aren’t used to.
“see? the ambience is so nice here,” mecca’s head swivels around the place in awe, still trying to convince her with a bright, coaxing smile “it’s not a regular bar” she adds, and amerie huffs “yeah, that’s exactly my point.”
warm lighting, dark, polished wood, stone walls that curve around the edges and soft jazz humming into the air from the stage perched in the center beneath the sharp sound of glasses clinking. not to mention, it’s packed.
her eyes immediately travel through the room out of habit. cataloging faces, placing names on them.
“mm mm,” she slows her pace “i told you it would be way too many people in here” mecca loops their arms together and keeps her stride, dragging her further “girl everybody minding their business. stop worrying so much”
“colonel sanders in the corner just broke his neck twice looking this way.” she objects and mecca sucks her teeth “because you look good as fuck” she retorts in an obvious tone
the two slide into stools next to each other and the bartender approaches almost immediately.
“what can i get started for you lovely ladies?” he tosses glances back and forth, mecca turns to look at amerie who’s already looking at her
“nothing crazy. you know i gotta be up early tomorrow” she warns, mecca rolls her eyes “this is why you needed to come” she turns back to the blonde man “we’ll have two margaritas, and two lemon drop shots, please” she smiles innocently
“mecca! i said nothing crazy!” she shoves her arm lightly “it’s not crazy. a little dangerous? maybe” she can’t help but giggle at her
she shakes her head, still smiling, intertwining her fingers and placing her hands neatly atop the bar. scanning the room.
again.
“i swear if i see one fucking press badge I’m leaving.” she grumbles “calm down, you not on the clock right now” mecca reasons
as if on cue the bartender comes back with their drinks in hand and slides them across the counter
“cheers to being a badass comms director by day, and that girl by night” she raises the shot glass “and to nobody asking me about talking points for the next ten hours” they let their glasses touch and drop them onto the bar top before tossing them back
she exhales, shoulders less tense than they were just a second ago. trying not to let her nerves consume her, because despite how annoying it is, mecca’s right about her needing a break from work.
she adjusts in her seat a little and plays at the honey blonde blowout cascading past her shoulders, twirling and flitting the ends to her liking, and pulls her phone out to admire herself in the camera. snapping a few pictures in the process
and then, she feels it. staring.
now her head is on a swivel, as she knows it should have been from the start.
“miss?” the bartender comes back, a distraction from the frantic search for the pair of eyes that are seemingly glued to her “yes?” she asks without looking at him “for you”
“oop.” mecca chirps
she turns slightly, eyebrows furrowing as he slides a dirty martini over the bar toward her. the olive skewer more patronizing than usual
“from the gentleman over there”
she follows his line of sight and freezes when she sees who’s looking back at her. she recognizes him instantly. how couldn’t she? he made headlines for something new every other week, and truthfully she was starting to think it’s intentional.
politicians’ kids tend to do that.
but he isn’t just any politicians kid. he’s senator withers’—the markswoman who doesn’t take shit from anyone. except her son, apparently.
“oh bitch, he’s fine” mecca gasps under her breath “and he cannot take his eyes off of you”
“well he needs to” she retorts “he’s trouble. i don’t want any parts”
he’s super handsome, though. she’ll give him that.
sandy brown hair styled in a way that suits his face shape perfectly, a little muscle on his arms beneath the black blazer, long legs outstretched in perfectly tailored slacks beneath the table he’s sitting at, fingers fidgeting with his cuff link, and a smirk playing on his pink lips.
he’s at a good distance from the bar. far enough to pretend it isn’t intentional, but close enough that she can see the way his blue-green eyes drag unapologetically up and down her body. slow. deliberate. hungry
he’s daring her to take the bait, and she can tell by how relaxed he is that this usually works for him.
but she’s far too smart.
she finally breaks free from his gaze and turns back to her drink, bringing the straw to her lips and taking a more than generous swig of the fruity concoction. making a point to ignore mecca burning a hole in the side of her face.
“this is exactly why i didn’t want to come!” she whisper yells “what are the odds that a fucking senators son is here? and trying to get in my pants?!” she gulps down another heap of the slush to drown out the feeling of her pulse beating against her skin.
meccas biting her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing out loud, but the shake of her shoulders is evidence enough
“please relax, nobody knows what you do” she reasons “it doesn’t matter, mecca. all it takes is one picture, one rumor”
mecca opens her mouth to respond but closes it just as quick, gaze slipping past her head
“um, he’s standing up.” she whispers a warning, inducing panic into amerie. “what? stop.” “girl im not joking, he’s coming this way”
she curses under her breath and angles her body more toward mecca, hoping that he gets the hint and stops his advance, but men like him never do. something about the chase entices them
she then hears the soft scrape of the stool beside her being pulled out from under the bar, and a heavy presence follows. he doesn’t say anything yet, just lingers. letting her know that he’s there
mecca brings her cup to her mouth with wide eyes. the silence in this corner of the room is extremely loud
until,
“i’m guessing you don’t like your martinis dirty?”
his smooth, sultry voice cuts through the quiet, clearly amused
she releases a steady breath before she turns to face him
and my god he’s breathtaking up close.
she hates that it’s the first thing that comes to her mind when her eyes meet his, but she isn’t blind. just careful
“i’m a little preoccupied.” she corrects “but thanks anyway” she tightly smiles and he chuckles with a slight nod “too ‘preoccupied’ to help me put a name to the beautiful woman in front of me?” he pushes, his first attempt at charming her
she sets her cup down firmly on the bar in front of her, never breaking eye contact, “yes, exactly.” her tone is so sweet it could’ve passed as a compliment.
“wow. i can’t at least get a fake name?” he says rhetorically “tyriq” his hand is outstretched now, patiently waiting for her to follow suit
she doesn’t.
instead, she lets her eyes drop to his large, veiny hand and back up to him just as quick
“not interested.” she says with a smile and an explosion of laughter leaves mecca.
he retracts slowly. but there’s a slight glint in his eyes. like he’s entertained, and just getting started.
he drags his gaze over her again, a smirk tugging at his lips before he huffs a laugh
“a straight shooter. i can respect it”
she tilts her head at the man, “glad we’re on the same page, then.”
mecca’s still laughing at the interaction beside her, head tossed back and shoulders bouncing, “girl,” she says in between giggles “why you doing him like that?”
amerie doesn’t look away from him, if anything, the eye contact gets even more intense
“because he looks like needs it.” she smiles again, practiced and polite. the way she trained herself.
he grins at that, teeth catching his bottom lip for a moment before he releases it “you sure?” he asks “you don’t even know why i came over here” he leans back into the stool, stretching an arm across his chest, with the other hand resting on his cheek as he studies her, really studies her. like he’s fully decided she’s something that needs figuring out.
“i know that you expect this to end with me in your bed” she insists, manicured fingers tapping rhythmically atop the bar
he laughs quietly and shakes his head at her in awe “damn, you don’t miss” her lips curve into a smirk “never.”
a moment of silence passes. lingering stares, unspoken words. and then he straightens in his seat before speaking again, his expression turning more intentional than playful. calculating his next move
probably because he sees it wouldn’t be as easy as he initially thought.
“give me five minutes.” he says finally “just five, let me prove you wrong”
she scoffs and reaches for the stem of her glass
“you’d be lucky if you got one.”
mecca chokes back a laugh at that, meanwhile tyriq just smiles even wider. like that just made his want even worse
“two then” he retracts his initial offer which earns a soft laugh from amerie. she finally breaks the unfaltering eye contact to take a sip of her drink, “you’re persistent.”
“nah, i’m patient” he corrects “when it’s worth it” he says pointedly. she doesn’t respond, but she fights the smile curving around her straw
mecca hums loudly
“i’m about to go find me a table,” she announces which earns a panicked look from amerie “i can tell this about to turn into a .. moment” she slides off of her stool, and grabs her clutch
“mecca-
“i’ll be right over here. yell if you need me” she says with a wink before disappearing into the crowd of bodies, quicker than amerie can object, leaving them both in their own little tension-filled bubble.
after placing his cup back onto the bar he extends his arm to slip the sleeve of his blazer down a bit, glancing at his watch
“one minute and thirty seconds left” he announces with a smirk. she looks at him now, intensely, more intrigued by him than she’d like to admit
“amerie.” she offers finally.
he nods, satisfied, like everything clicks instantly with the sound of her name “amerie” he repeats as if he’s trying to burn it into his memory “fits you perfectly”
“saying that like you know me.” she scoffs, his eyes catch hers again, blue-green irises burning even hotter than before “i feel like i kind of do.” he says through a chuckle
“i can say the same about you.” she shoots back “wouldn’t be any good at my job if i didn’t.” she adds
“oh yeah? and what job would that be, amerie?” his voice dips, almost purring “the kind where this— she points between them “could get me in trouble.”
that peaks his interest. his smile shifts into something more serious, like she said the magic word
which, she probably did.
“trouble, huh?” he repeats with raised brows “sounds interesting” he swivels in the chair, knees angled toward her now, tracing his finger along the rim of his almost empty glass.
“i’m sure it does. seems like your thing” she says and he hums a response, bringing the cup to his mouth to finish it off
her eyes are following before she can stop them. studying the way his lips latch onto the glass
she gulps, “forty five seconds.”
he swallows the remnants of his drink and runs his tongue over his bottom lip, deliberately, she noticed “since we’re figuring eachother out,” he leans in a little closer, knee slightly brushing against hers beneath the surface “what else can you tell me about myself?”
she watches his eyes drop to her mouth for a split second before flicking back to hers which sends heat crawling up her neck.
she clears her throat, “fine. i’ll bite.” she shrugs
“congresswoman’s son. which means you didn’t get much attention growing up, so you look for it everywhere else— women, mostly,” she tilts her head “and you like making headlines because you know it gets under her skin.”
her eyes narrow during the pause, “did i miss anything?”
he’s chuckling lowly, shaking his head like she just said something cute. but she knows better.
“damn,” he says evenly “sounds like you practiced that. i feel special” a smile curves at his lips but his jaw twitches for a moment, not long. just enough to let her know that she hit a button.
he then leans back into the chair and lets both arms spread along the backrest, ego practically oozing out of him
“went straight for the kill” he adds
he straightens in his seat now, sharpening his interest back to her, searching her face, tracing every inch.
“but since we’re being honest..” his voice dips into something dangerous “my turn”
“hm.” she hums “fifteen seconds.” she smirks “that’s more than enough.” he shoots back
“you’re a listener, you let other people do the talking. makes it easier for you to assess them,” he glances down at her hands “tasking job. high pressure, i’m assuming? probably something like public relations, which explains why you’ve been looking around the room every five minutes from the moment you walked in,” her lip twitches at that. he’s been watching her since she walked in?
“it’s also why know so much about me.” he smiles at himself “smart enough to know i’m trouble, but curious enough to indulge anyway.”
silence falls over the two again. she doesn’t move, doesn’t blink.
he then tilts his head, studying her back, “did i miss anything, amerie?”
“times up.” she says simply
the hum of the room fills the air between them. loud chatter and glass serving as a buffer she didn’t know she would need.
despite every single instinct telling her to get up and go, to leave him sitting here with nothing but her name, she doesn’t. even knowing how risky it all is. it’s like she’s glued to her seat.
at least that’s what she’ll keep telling herself.
he doesn’t say anything, but he’s watching her. waiting for her next move. she sips quietly at the remainder of her margarita, avoiding his eyes and the heat sweeping across her cheeks.
he lets his eyes wander down to her chest, and then down the rest of her curvy frame being hugged just right in the black dress. he can’t help the smile creeping onto his face
and then, she catches him
“jeez, like what you see?” she leans back into her stool, hands folded neatly in her lap. his eyes stagger at her waist for a moment before snapping back up to hers “you know i do,” he responds easily “you’re still sitting here after calling time, and you’re not the type of woman to linger if you’re not even the least bit interested, so i know you do too.” he insists which earns an eye-roll from her
she couldn’t deny it if she tried.
“don’t flatter yourself. also, you were watching me as soon as i came in?” she asks softly, the corner of her mouth betrays her “look at you. how could i not?”
“hm. cute.” she’s still smirking
her skin is humming under his gaze. chest tightening as she attempts to fight off the temptation beginning to wash over her, she can’t do this, can she?
she hates constantly having to worry about her job, but it’s what she signed up for. and still, somehow, she ends up sliding out of her stool, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. but she doesn’t leave yet. not before she tosses a glance back at the man watching her hips move as she switches away
“you coming?”
amerie shoots mecca a quick text to update her as they exit the bustling building, hands stiff from the cold air as the door slides shut behind them
and of course, mecca responds,
mecca
told you!
then a moment later
mecca
have fun 🤭
“i have a suite here,” he speaks up as they inch further away from the glow of the hotel’s entrance “we could’ve just gone upstairs”
she scoffs, breath turning to fog between them “of course you do. i just didn’t want to give you a false sense of authority”
he chuckles lowly at that.
they walk in silence for a little, passing glances back and forth, the only sound cutting in being the low growl of nonstop traffic moving around them along the busy street. as soon as they get to the end of the pavement, right before the curb, she stops abruptly, almost sending him stumbling into her
“let’s set some things straight, ‘kay?” she says sharply, turning to face him. he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his pants and nods, taking his bottom lip into his mouth as he stares down at her
“first, this isn’t a ‘win’ for you. this is mutual. i don’t get cornered, or hunted” she says and he smirks “understood.” his eyes flicker over her frame, barely listening to a word she’s saying because she looks so good bossing him around,
“second, no touching” she says firmly “not here. not yet.” that gets an eyebrow raise out of him “yet” he repeats quietly to himself
“and lastly, whatever happens, there won’t be any follow ups. no questions about my social media, my personal life, my job. this is it. got me?” she asks, eyes searching his for mutuality
there isn’t any, and she can tell this is the last thing he expected from her. but she doesn’t care. she has her rules for a reason
a long moment of silence passes before he exhales slowly, shaking his head a bit
“damn, do you always negotiate like this?”
“that’s none of your business. again, do you got me?” his jaw tightens which kind of satisfies her, “yes, i got you.” he says quietly
“good. let’s go” she says sweetly
as soon as they make it into the dimly lit parking garage she retrieves her keys from her purse, slowing her pace once they get closer to the black escalade
“this yours? let me find out you got kids at home, amerie” he jokes, she cuts him a look but playfully rolls her eyes “breaking rules already i see” she fights back a smile
they both climb into the backseat of the truck and once she closes the door behind herself she immediately bends down to take her heels off, tucking the hair that’s falling into her face behind her ears
he doesn’t waste any time either. as soon as she leans back into her seat, she’s his.
he slides into the middle, reaching over her and pulling her into his lap by her waist. her dress rises to her hips, and her pulse is drumming in her chest
for some reason she feels her nerves begin to swell now, even though she initiated it to this point, something about the way his gaze unravels her. and she hates that she loves it.
he stares at her for a little while longer, waiting to see if she’ll make the next move, and when she doesn’t he decides to take the lead.
"come here" he whispers desperately, placing a hand around her neck and bringing her face to his. he traces a thumb over her bottom lip, colored eyes picking her apart the longer he stares, and then gently presses their lips together as if he wants to savor every second
the kiss heats up quickly, both of them breathing heavy and feeling all over one another, tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths as their lips move together
he breaks away, "let me taste you." he murmurs breathlessly against her, shutting his eyes and holding his mouth ajar
she obliges without question and pools saliva between her cheeks, hovering over him and slowly emitting the string of drool into his mouth
the heat between her legs turns into a sticky mess at the sight of him below her. his cheeks flushed. needy. desperate.
he moans lowly, face contorting with pleasure as he catches the rest with his tongue before tilting his head to one side and resuming the messy, hungry kiss
they make out sloppily, fighting for the upper hand, but she doesn’t have any intention of losing. she has one hand cradling his head and the other resting at the nape of his neck, sliding her tongue further into his wet, warm mouth than it already is
he releases a shaky breath through his nose and digs his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs, tracing along the stretch marks etched into her skin, then gently glides up her bodice, finger tips slipping beneath the hem and slowly riding the little black dress dress up her toned back
he doesn’t hesitate to break the kiss before settling further back into the seat, eyes dropping from her angelic face to the exposed skin of her torso, down to her legs as she straddles his waist. he’s been feigning to see her frame beneath that dress all night.
her hips curve perfectly into the thickness of her thighs, ass sitting plump in his lap, and the belly piercing she usually tries to hide beneath her dress shirts and sweaters dangles freely against her smooth, brown skin. cherry gemstones adding to the perfectness of her body
“fuck.” he whispers, eyes wide “you hide all this under pant suits?” he’s looking up at her in awe, genuinely searching her face for the answer and she sputters a laugh “shut up.” she grabs his shirt and pulls him back in for more, lips smacking and strings of saliva traveling between them each time they retract
his fingers slide into her honey blonde hair, grabbing a fistful to deepen the kiss more than it already is while his free hand is traveling along her thigh, up her hip and planting at her waist, bringing her down harder onto the bulge in his pants
he grunts, “so beautiful” he murmurs into her mouth, grinding himself into her from below “never wanted someone this bad” he sighs
she whimpers at the feeling of his thick dick print rubbing against her clit through her dampened panties, pressing a hand against his solid chest to steady herself. they continue to kiss and he sucks and bites at her bottom lip, bringing his hands to her ass and cupping both cheeks, still winding his pelvis into hers, the friction sending what feels like fire through her body
she breaks away, “take this off” she demands as she fumbles with the hem of his shirt and he helps her get it over his head, his chiseled abs and tone body coming into view, sending a second pulse to her pussy
pulling the remaining half of her dress up her arms and tossing it into the seat next to them, he brings both hands to her perfect breasts, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he kneads them together in the black bombshell bra she’s wearing before sliding both straps down her shoulders
he leans in, taking one into his mouth at a time, circling each nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, and gently grazing at her nipples as he releases, she tosses her head back, an exasperated sigh leaves her mouth at the sensation, and his low moans vibrating against her skin makes her shudder
he slides a hand down to her center and into the seat of her panties, jaw dropping from how slippery she is, “drenching the fuck out of my fingers" he sighs into her chest, breathing picking up "i need to feel you" he quickly lifts her from his lap and undoes the belt around his slacks, rising a bit to pull them down to his ankles along with the briefs
he looks up at her and uses his free hand to thumb the string of her panties to the side, too impatient to even wait for her to take them completely off, lifting her from beneath her thighs and steadying himself at her entrance
"wait" she holds his gaze and he pauses "i got it."
she then reaches down and takes his pretty brown dick into her french-tipped fingers, rubbing over his tip with her thumb, precum dripping down his shaft. he curses under his breath at the action, face full of frustration and angst
she slowly brings herself down onto his length, and his whole body jerks. he sighs, tossing his head back into the headrest but she grabs at his jaw forcing his eyes back to hers "don't you dare look away from me, you wanted this" she says against his parted lips, his body shudders again
he nods slowly, “okay” his eyes never move from hers, he brings his large hands to her thighs and slowly grinds himself into the tight, wetness of her entrance from below, matching her rhythm and pace, trying not to cum too quick
"mhm, just like that,” she purrs, “you’re doing so good, baby" she whispers, pushing forward on her knees as she winds her hips up and down his member, meeting him halfway
"so fucking tight" he says breathily before nuzzling his lips into her neck, sending shivers through her body “kiss me, please” he whimpers, she looks down on him and his eyes are full of nothing but desire and desperation
it turns her on completely.
she cups his face into her hands and attacks his lips, moving their mouths together slowly, lips smacking upon release, botch moaning softly into each other
he slides his arms up her back, planting his hands on her shoulders from behind and lifts himself up from the seat using the muscles in his legs to anchor himself to the car floor and hold them both up midair as he digs deeper into her sticky, dripping pussy, the squelching and squishing of their juices mixing sounds like the most perfect song.
“fuck you feel so good” he breaks the kiss with a low, throaty moan “making a mess all over me” he grinds deep and slow, their combined juices sticky, lapping his pelvis on impact. his mouth falls agape as he slides in and out of her warmth
"oh my- tyriq wait- she yelps and grabs ahold of the headrest behind him, her acrylics scratching at the fabric, toes curling, heat building in the pit of her stomach. “take it, baby. you can do it” he whispers, fingers digging into the skin of her back
her moans are uncontrollable now, tearing through her throat with almost every stroke
he then slides a hand down to her ass cheek, grabbing a handful as he lifts and drops her onto him
“shit” she gasps sharply, eyes fluttering shut, and her head falls lazily to his shoulder, but he entangles his large fingers into her pressed hair and yanks her back, bringing her forehead to his and thrusting even deeper into her pussy,
“look at me, pretty girl, i got you” he whispers against her lips and drops her ass harder onto his pelvis, eyes never leaving hers, faces so close together that he’s inhaling her moans “mhm, give me all of this pussy” he grunts
he eases them back down to the seat still grinding deeper, harder, faster as he inches them both closer to the finish line
“f-fuck i’m about to- a moan escapes him before he can finish his words “not yet baby, wait for me,” she breathes, bringing her lips back to his
she matches his pace, leveling her knees on either side of him, bouncing up and down to catch him with each thrust,
“you wanna cum in me? hmm?” she purrs into the kiss, and his eyes flutter shut “y-yes baby” he stutters, breathing ragged. she traces her lips along his jaw as she lowers herself to his ear “beg for it.” she whispers, bringing herself down on him harder, taking every inch, electricity knotting her gut
he plants his fingers on her thighs as he continues to pound roughly into her, “please let me nut in this pussy” his eyes hold hers with desperation laced into each word, “please, amerie” he whimpers her name, thrusts stuttering, but she doesn’t stop, she brings herself all the way down onto him, and he tightens his eyes shut
“mhm, good boy. nut all in your pussy. it’s all yours”
he curses under his breath and she feels him begin to throb inside of her, the muscles in his abs spasm as he slows his thrusts
he brings a hand firmly to her waist to hold her down on his length as he thrusts sloppily, “nngghh— don’t fucking move,” he chokes out a moan “stay right here” he wraps a hand around her neck and connects their mouths as he finishes inside of her sticky walls, his body seizing and a guttural moan tears from his throat into the kiss, she comes right behind him
her core begins to twist and tighten with warmth, and then, the knot in her stomach snaps and a wave crashes over her entire body
“shit, shit shit, tyriq, i’m cumming— she squeaks, eyes tightened shut. her legs tremble as her body jerks and seizes before she can register the orgasm, she moans loudly “get your nut baby, you deserve it” he says breathlessly as her juices and his spill all over them both, dripping down her thighs onto his stomach and pelvis
neither of them talk for a while, he’s holding onto her long after they finish.
still inside of her.
he lays his head on her bare chest with his arms wrapped around her torso, rubbing circles into the small of her back with his thumb
she stops running her fingers through his hair and pulls back
“tyriq..” she says softly, “it’s late, we should call it” he looks up at her and sighs heavily, unraveling his arms from around her and leaning back into the seat, eyes glued to hers “why? do you have somewhere else to be?” he asks with furrowed brows which earns a smirk from her “no, not that it’s any of your concern.” she climbs off of his lap and he hisses
he runs a hand along her thigh as she moves into the seat next to him, collecting her bra and dress
“so..when can i see you agai— “don’t.” she cuts in with narrowed eyes “what did i say before this?” he sucks his teeth and bends to snatch his briefs and slacks back up to his waist, the sharp clinking of his belt buckle cutting through the charged silence between them
“just saying, the city isn’t big enough for you to pretend i don’t exist.” he grumbles as he pulls his shirt over his head “why not? i’m sure you do it all the time.” she says pointedly. he pauses from putting his blazer on and shoots her a look “so that’s what this was? you proving a point?” he asks in disbelief
“no this was both of us getting what we wanted. why are you tripping? don’t ruin it.” she shoots back. he doesn’t respond, just shakes his head and smiles unbelievably, jaw clenched “i’ll be seeing you, amerie.” he says her name slowly, but snidely before popping the door open and climbing out, slamming it behind himself.
a smile creeps onto her face.
did she just get him, the known playboy, to crack? and why does it feel so good?
whatever the case, it can’t happen again. this was a one off, and that’s all it needs to be.
but not if tyriq has anything to say about it.
SWEET AS PIE.
“ i got more than a thing for you, tattoo with the ink for you
right over my heart girl i’ll do the unthinkable. ”
PAIRING brothers bestfriend!tyriq withers x black fem!reader
IN WHICH, you and your brother’s funny, down to earth best friend have secretly been dating for a few months, and he finally works up the courage to make it official.
CASSETTE Unthinkable - Alicia Keys & Drake
¡WARNINGS! cuteness overload
A/N short & sweet! didn’t do really any editing to this, been sitting on the idea for a while and it turned out so much better than i imagined 😭💞 ugh i love love
you land light as a feather.
wide smile, limbs on fire, chest rising and falling quickly as you hold your final pose beneath the stage light that beams down on your mark.
exuberant cheering erupts and the constant blaring of the air horn you warned your family not to bring echoes off of the theater's walls. you lower yourself into a graceful bow, a cascade of flowers being tossed at your feet
you've danced this routine a million times, but tonight feels different. tonight you're finally being rewarded for all of your hard work. the long hours, early mornings. your skin hums with joy and fulfillment, you couldn't be happier.
after exiting the stage you make your way back to the shared dressing room, sending warm smiles and thanks to everyone who congratulates you on your performance in passing.
"there she is! ohhh i'm so proud of you, baby girl!" your mother darts toward you first with tear-filled eyes, taking you into her arms tightly despite the huge bundle of roses she's holding
and then your dad "you did amazing up there sweetheart. your mama hasn't stopped crying since you stepped on that stage" he chuckles some
"thank you mommy and daddy," you smile sheepishly as you take the flowers from her grasp, and then you narrow your eyes at them, "now what did i tell y'all about that horn?!"
they immediately begin placing blame, pointing and talking over each other which earns a giggle from you.
your older brother isn't too far behind, and your stomach flutters at the sight of his longtime friend tyriq beside him. both smiling wide, arms outstretched.
you were under the impression that he couldn't make it tonight due to filming late but alas, here he is. holding a bouquet of lilies (your favorite) and a small box of your favorite chocolates.
"aw, y'all came!" you beam, hugging them both
"duh" your brother says through a chuckle "proud of you, big head" he playfully nudges your head upon release, placing the lei decorated with bills and candy around your neck
you lean into tyriq next
fingers curling into the leather of his jacket, trying to stay in his embrace as long as you can with everyone watching
"you did so good, mama" his velvety voice muffled into your shoulder, low enough that it only reaches you "congratulations"
he thumbs a gentle circle into your waist through the fabric of your forma wrap as he retracts, eyes lingering longer than they should, full of words that have to go unspoken for the time being. you turn your head to hide the blush
"thank you guys, i didn't think you would make it" you say pointedly, mostly to tyriq, "well yeah that's why it's called a 'surprise'" your brother jokes and you suck your teeth before hitting him over the head with the bouquet "shut up, dummy" the three of you laugh amongst each other, just like old times.
meanwhile, tyriq's eyes don't leave you for a second and neither does his wide smile.
he's beyond proud of you. he knows firsthand how hard you've been working, picked you up when you were down, spoke life into you when you were so close to giving up.
and then to see you twirling and dancing so elegantly across the stage like you owned it, looking as enchanting as ever in the baby pink set that compliments your brown skin perfectly.
it makes his heart beat even more for you.
and he knows it's time to do something about it.
you're laid sprawled out on the futon that sits in the corner of your room, scrolling mindlessly on tiktok when a text slides into the screen.
ty 🫶🏾
are u busy?
you
i am not
ty 🫶🏾
come down please?
you peek outside of the sheer curtains on your bedroom window, humming to yourself, watching him climb out of the drivers side of the platinum grey jetta s fumbling with something that looks like a ribbon
you meet him downstairs as he asked, eyes narrowed with curiosity as he inches toward you with his hands behind his back and a playful grin on his face
"you trust me?"
"boy where are you taking me ?" you say through a mouthful of giggles, holding your hands out in front of you, feeling around for any signs that you may need to brace yourself "i'm gonna be so mad if i fall, ty"
"relax, it's okay, i got you" he chuckles warmly, "we almost there i promise" the grip he has on your shoulders tightens a bit
you shuffle a few more steps and he finally removes the cloth from its place over your eyes,
you're met with the most beautiful view.
the ocean in front of you, the sunset stretched across the sky in the prettiest shades of yellow and pink, and then you see a blanket laid out with a spread of finger foods, neatly wrapped gift boxes, flowers and tiny easels with paint waiting
you gasp, eyes widened at the sight
"oh my gosh, tyriq, are you serious?! i-i don't even know what to say" you breathe out, "this is beautiful" you laugh, stunned at the thought he's put into the display. the sound of the waves lapping at the shore mere feet away calms the nerves that begin to swell
you turn a bit to look up at him, and of course he's already staring down at you, that beautiful dimpled smile and perfect teeth, with nothing but stars in his blue eyes
"i know how crazy the last few months been, and i know that we gotta be .. careful" he says quietly, "but i wanna celebrate you. no sneaking, no hiding. just us." he takes a hold of your hand "you deserve it"
your lip trembles at the words, eyes glossy
of all the guys that have courted you, he's the only one who has ever made you feel this way. so wanted. like you're the only girl in the world. even with all of the complications that come with it
"tyriq," you pout "i can't believe you did all of this" you say, still breathless "you better believe it boo" he says in a mock woman's voice with a snap of his fingers and you burst into a laughing fit "you're so annoying!" he joins in as well, pulling you by your arms into his embrace, swaying as he holds you "nah but for real, it's nobody else i'd want to do this with" he rests his chin on your head
nothing but the sounds of the beach cuts through the silence that’s fallen over the two of you. you just stand here, holding eachother, not wanting to let go because you know moments like this have been scarce.
but after a while, the both of you retract
"now come on so i can kick your ass at this painting game" he plants a kiss on your cheek and intertwines your fingers with his, you scoff playfully, following his lead to the blanket
warmness courses through your body and a seemingly permanent smile graces your face.
to see how far things have come since the day that started everything, the day your date stood you up outside of the movie theater and you just so happened to run into tyriq who sat in with you instead, it makes you feel like you’re doing something right.
your brother will just have to understand.
everything was amazing. he snapped pictures with his polaroid as you went through the gifts, capturing your reaction to each one, and by the time you were done opening all of them your cheeks were stained with tears.
now, the both of you are heading to the pier in a comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery. he has an arm draped over your shoulder
and then your eyebrows furrow once you notice that you’re not heading to the pier at all, you’re in the parking lot
“i thought we were going to the pier?” you look up at him, confusion all over your face. “i gotta grab something from the car real quick” he says casually, smirking
you narrow your eyes at him, “you’re acting weird.” you stifle a laugh “me? never” he chuckles too
once you inch closer to the car he releases the hold he has on you and hurriedly retrieves his keys from his pocket before jogging ahead and swinging the passenger door open
“ladies first.” he motions to the seat, and when you lean in—
you freeze.
there’s a small sign sitting on the seat, along with a bouquet of pink roses. your heart beats faster with each word
“Can I Be Your Boyfriend ‘Perchance’?”
a laugh that turns into a gasp explodes from your mouth, your eyes softening and a hand flies to your heart as if to slow its pace
“no way” you say breathlessly, turning to look at him. his hands find his pockets, a sheepish grin on his face “we’ve been sneaking around for a while, and i know how complicated this— he gestures back and forth between you “is, but being with you is so easy. you mean so much to me, girl, and it scares me to feel this way, to know that it’s no going back, but i’m tired of not being able to call you mine. ”
you’re smiling so wide it almost hurts.
“you did all of this today to ask me, tyriq?” he steps around the door toward you, eyes never leaving yours “i couldn’t half step. not with you”
you don’t respond, just bring him in by the strings of his hoodie, planting a kiss on his lips
“soo..is that a yes?” he asks with a laugh “yes, tyriq” you laugh too “you can be my boyfriend”
Used To - Part 1
summary - in which cameron runs into an old bestfriend. iyanna, shy and quiet, unknown really, except to cam. sweet secrets, soft kisses in private, intimate sex they never told anyone about. it was nothing to cam, but everything to iyanna. he broke her heart, but as time passes, iyanna isn't so innocent anymore, and she's come back to pay her dues.
warnings - angst, cussing, smoking, implied smut in flashbacks, mentions of a past sextape, cam ain’t shit and iyanna is spineless asf (give her some grace), intended lowercase, flashbacks are in italics. minors please dni!!
A/N - this is my first time writing angst lol, moreso a light angst i guess, but i hardly even read angst i just wanted to give it a try so def lmk how you like it! smut isn't until part 2.
it had been almost a year since iyanna had last heard from him, nine months to be exact, and that last conversation kept replaying over and over in her head. it made her sick. he was like a parasite that kept targeting and attacking her weak spots for his own pleasure. it didn’t help that every time he accomplished something, someone was there to update iyanna all about it. she didn't care. or at least she wanted to believe that she didn’t. but every time she heard his name or saw him on the big screen scoring a touchdown, her heart ached so badly.
iyanna and cam were best friends all throughout their middle and high school years. she could still remember the first day he moved in across the street from her house. she would watch him play outside through her window since she was too shy to go and introduce herself. iyanna’s mother noticed this and sent her to take baked goods to the new neighbors in hopes of iyanna making a new friend rather than keeping her head tucked in a book, or watching kids play outside instead of joining them. she never expected cam to be the one to open the door and invite her in. she’d also never expected for him to be so talkative, or for the conversation to flow so naturally.
they were each other's first kisses, and each other’s first dates to the middle school dances. he thought it was so lame but he went just because he knew how badly she wanted to go. however, he changed in high school, particularly during his senior year, when he really started to take football seriously after his dad’s passing. he was cold, and angry, and confused, just looking for the validation of his passed father. the winter following their graduation, after having settled into their college lives and not seeing each other for a while, he’d occasionally go to a party after one of his games, drink heavily, then go crash at her house since he didn’t wanna worry mrs. cade. iyanna would be lying if she said she didn’t miss the snuggles, or the way he smelt a little woodsy. but most of all, she missed the nickname he had for her. her middle name. sadé. she hated when anyone else referred to her by her middle name, but the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly, it made iyanna’s heart skip a beat every time she heard it.
.
“did you at least make it home before you came here, let your mom know you’re going to be out?” she began, a slightly irritated tone trailing behind her question. she quietly closed the front door behind her, leading him to her bedroom, making sure not to wake her mother. the past three weekends in a row, he’d come over and sweet talked her into sex. and she fell for it every time he did so. she missed him, she wanted to spend time like they used to, to do something other than get physical, but she loved the feeling of being so close to him after so long.
“no, but i’ll make it home before the morning” he responded, skeptical yet too wasted to care. “whatever” iyanna muttered, “but we’re not doing anything tonight, i mean it.” she finished, adjusting her silk scarf and tying her robe. “hm.” he hummed, she said those words all the time when he came over. she laid down, her necklace settling on her breast. trying her best to keep up a displeased facade, scrolling on her phone, hardly paying him any mind. she secretly liked when he came over, she just didn’t like the feeling of being used. if it were anyone else, she wouldn’t have been so weak in the knees, so feeble. smoke filled the air as she exhaled slowly and deliberately, eventually passing him the blunt. she watched as he hit it once, twice, then handed it back to her, attentively observing his actions, so he wasn't too buzzed. her mother knew she smoked quite often. although she didn’t like it, she allowed iyanna to make those choices on her own, now that she was a responsible adult. she’d either get too talkative or nonverbal at all when she smoked and today was more nonverbal for her… until it wasn’t. “you mad at me?” he asked, taking note of her silence. usually when he'd come over, she'd ramble on about school, plans to move out and eventually get her own space. and he listened when she talked, she liked that about him. as he turned to look back at her, she avoided eye contact and after a moment to think, she finally responded. “why do you always come over so late?” she asked, sitting up from her comforter, "you never come see me during the day, we don’t even hang out anymore like we used to, but you always end up here every weekend.” she couldn’t help but chuckle at how stupid she’d been. how she fell for it every damn time. “i don’t know sadé, i really don’t.” he softly answered, scooting closer to caress her leg. “come sit with me baby.” he told the girl. naive and completely clueless. she hesitantly sat up fully, moving to drape her legs over his lap, resting her head on his shoulders. she took another pull of the blunt she rolled, inhaling deeply, filling the large capacity of her lungs, passing it back to her friend. her brain slowly turned off as the two of them sat in the comfort of one another's silence.
“i love you, you know that right,” he said, exhaling smoke and moving to put a stop to the burning orb at the end of the blunt, interrupting her train of thought, and honestly, it caught iyanna off guard. it was true, he did love her, everything about her really, although at times he took her love and patience completely for granted. “i know, i love you too,” she finally admitted, after years and years. she was ecstatic to hear it, not just ‘love yous’ snuck in goodbyes. the full sentence, and then she kissed him. slow and passionate, savoring the flavor of the smoke in his mouth. their lips moved together like the harmony of a song, pushing and pulling the strings of each other’s hearts. his lips wired against the plush skin of her own, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth. her hands roped around his broad shoulders and up to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer while he moved to straddle her onto his lap. they broke the kiss apart, and worked to remove his hoodie, both eager for one thing. maybe not in the same way, but they both got what they wanted. kind of…
that was the last time they had sex before the complications started and her eyes finally opened. and then six months into her freshman year of college, they’d slowly grown apart once again due to the space between her college and his football career. and randomly, when someone would approach her and say something smart about her and cameron’s friendship, she’d brush it off and debunk as stupid rumors even though they really weren’t. until one day someone sent her a video of her and cameron together, her heart dropped when she saw it. she denied it, of course, but that was definitely her, in her bedroom, fucking her best friend.
.
Immediately she called him. once, twice, three times, and even a fourth time for good measure. he didn’t answer, and that alone told her everything she needed to know. finally, he returned the call, two days later. she answered and waited for him to speak, after spending the last two days imagining how she’d yell and shout when he eventually called back later the day she called him, but he didn’t, or the day after that, or the one after that. she was drained, embarrassed, regretful, but most of all she was hurt like she’d never been before. he spoke, a casual “hello?” as if everything was okay. “I got a video sent to me the other day…” she let out, with an irritation that was clear as day. “of what?” he questioned, obliviously through the other end of the phone. she let out an exasperated sigh and sat on the plush couch of her apartment. she placed the phone on the cushion and grabbed her lighter to blaze the spliff resting between her index and middle finger. she was stalling, she didn’t want to say what she was about to. hell, she couldn’t even believe this was actually happening. but it was, and she had to face it. she took a hit, a long one, ghosted it, inhaled, then exhaled, reeling in the right way to explain the video to him. “It was a video of us in my old bedroom, our sextape, i guess.” she very hesitantly began. his silence was so loud it was deafening. “i don’t know, and I’m not accusing you of anything, but you were the only one who had that video of us. and then when i called you the other day to tell you what had happened, you didn’t even answer, and i know you’re busy with football and stuff, but like, i feel like you could’ve atleast texted me or something.” she found herself rambling and got embarrassed. “did you show anyone the video?” she asked bluntly, to put an end to her rambles before they continued on and on. still, he didn’t say anything. with every moment of silence she debated hanging up, yet she didn’t. she wanted to hear him say something, anything at all. but she got nothing in response. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you.” he said in the open. Now she was pissed like never before. “what the fuck do you mean ‘you don’t know what i want you to tell me.' did you send it to someone or not?” she waited for a response. "hello?" she called out, unable to bear the silence. then, he hung up. she called back once, and when he didn't pick up, she was completely done with him. truth be told, she should’ve been done with his ass years ago. she blocked him off everything. all of her socials, her number, her second phone, everything. she didn’t want him to have any access to her ever again, she was disgusted with how he’d changed and she never thought he’d be the one to hurt her so badly. In the past, she’d been cheated on, lied to, manipulated, but nothing ever could have compared to the hurt she’d experienced dealing with cameron.
he’d lost her forever. and that was the end of it.