Vee

She/Her Blk 21

[witherswife]

MY NAVIGATION

Hi!

I’m Vee

i’m 21 and this is an 18+ blog MDNI!!

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i write fluff, angst, smut, and probably more.

I’m still not confident with my writing so bare with me and criticism is appreciated🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

will not write: incest,ageplay, any toilet stuff.

other than that^, i’ll write all the nasty stuff yall want🙂‍↕️

Request always open🤍

Who I write for is under the cut!

I write for: Tyriq Withers+all his characters, Joe Keery, Michael B. Jordan(Smoke, Stack, Adonis, Erik, etc…), Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Superman(David Corenswet), Pope Heyward

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[bittersweetlyblue]

clark kent x female!sweetheart!reader — "i don't like superman."

clark learns this about you three weeks into working together.

it happens over coffee. one of your coworkers is rambling excitedly about another rescue on the news, smiling as they point toward the television mounted in the corner of the bullpen.

"...and then superman just caught the entire train before it hit the bridge." someone else laughs. "he's unbelievable." "i swear, metropolis would fall apart without him."

everyone nods. everyone except you. you take a sip of your coffee. "i don't really likesuperman."

the newsroom goes strangely quiet. clark nearly chokes. "you don't?" jimmy blurts out.

you shrug. "not really."

clark blinks. "why?"

your answer comes so easily it almost hurts. "i just don't."

the conversation follows him for the rest of the day. you don't like superman. it's such a bizarre sentence that he keeps replaying it in his head. most people love superman, or admire him. or at the very least appreciate him. but you... you genuinely don't seem to.

over the next few weeks, clark starts paying attention. every time someone brings up superman, you smile politely before changing the subject. when kids run around pretending to fly, you smile at them, never the hero they're pretending to be. you never buy into the hype. you never roll your eyes either. it's just... indifference.

eventually he asks carefully. you're walking back from lunch together. "can i ask you something?"

"of course."

"why don't you like superman?"

you look at him. "you really wanna know?"

"yeah."

you think for a second. "i think people rely on him too much."

"how?"

"whenever something goes wrong, everyone just says, 'superman will fix it.'" you gesture toward the city around you. "i don't know." "it feels..." you search for the right word. "...unhealthy." clark stays quiet so you continue. "i'm grateful for what he does. i really am but i don't think one person should have to carry the weight of an entire city."

his steps slow. "what do you mean?"

you shrug. "he's still... someone. people act like he isn't. everyone expects him to save them. every single time."

clark completely forgets how to walk. that's not what he expected. he thought you'd call him arrogant. instead... you feel sorry for him.

after that, something changes. clark starts noticing the little things. every time the news praises superman for another impossible rescue... you don't smile. you just quietly say, "i hope he's okay."

when people complain that superman wasn't fast enough... you immediately defend him. "he can't be everywhere."

when a headline reads SUPERMAN FAILS TO PREVENT BUILDING COLLAPSE you're the first person to look annoyed. "he still saved everyone inside."

"you said you didn't like him." clark points out one afternoon.

you nod. "i don't. but i don't think people are fair to him. those are different things."

he stares. "how?"

you laugh. "clark. you can dislike someone and still think they deserve kindness." his heart melts a little.

he tries. god, he tries. he starts smiling more during rescues. waves at crowds. lets little kids take pictures. helps old ladies cross the street. returns lost dogs. anything. anything that might make you like superman just a little more.

one evening he lands after stopping a robbery. the police thank him. reporters surround him. he answers a few questions. then—

"superman?" he turns. it's you. walking home with groceries tucked against your hip.

his entire face lights up. "...hi."

you blink."hi."

he tries not to smile too much but fails immediately. "everything okay?"

"yeah." you glance toward the reporters. "just wanted to say..." he waits. "...thanks."

his chest warms. "...for what?"

"my neighbor works in that bank. you saved her."

he ducks his head. "a-anyone would've."

"...no." you shake your head. "they couldn't have." there's a brief silence. then you add, "...still don't like you very much, though."

clark's face falls so fast it's almost comical. "oh."

you have to bite your lip. he looks disappointed, like a puppy who just got told he couldn't come inside.

"sorry." he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "guess i've... got some work to do." before you can answer, he smiles politely and takes off into the sky.

that night you're still thinking about his face. not offended. not annoyed. he looked like he'd actually wanted your approval.

a week later you're eating lunch with clark. he's absentmindedly stirring sugar into his coffee. "can i ask you something?"

he looks up. "sure."

"does superman..." you hesitate. "always look that... disappointed?"

clark nearly spits out his drink. "what?"

"last week." you fiddle with your napkin. "when i told him i didn't like him he looked..." you sigh. "really sad."

clark has to look away before he starts smiling. "well..." he says carefully. "maybe.. he just wanted you to like him?"

you laugh. "why?"

he shrugs. "maybe he likes making people happy. i guess."

"if you ever see him." you smile sheepishly. "tell him i don't dislike him as much anymore."

"really?"

"yeah." you laugh quietly. "he's growing on me." clark's grin is so impossibly wide that you stop mid-sentence. "what?"

"nothing." he clears his throat. "just..." he can't help it. "i think he'd be really happy to hear that."

you smile. "you think?"

clark nods immediately. "more than you know."

and later that evening, when superman rescues a cat from a tree despite the owner insisting it wasn't necessary... he's smiling so brightly the entire city notices.

nobody understands why. except one very flustered reporter sitting at her apartment window, looking up at the streak of blue across the sunset. "he really is kind of adorable."

high above the city, clark hears it and nearly flies straight into a billboard.

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[lyingsirenn]

Where'd all the tyriq withers fics go 💔💔

[luvmoody]

You Want Some? - Tyriq Withers

Tyriq Withers x Reader (established relationship)

Summary: Distance has put you and Tyriq so far apart that you cannot be any closer. You both are committed, even if it means getting used to new norms

a/n: quick one that I cooked up. Was inspired by a tiktok comment that i saw awhile back and it inspired me so much i wrote this scenario down with tyriq in mind.

wc: 1.1k

content warnings: n-word, mentions of food, pet names, etc.

You and Tyriq have been together for a while now. Watching him grow and live his dream has been one of the most rewarding things you’ve witnessed.

However, this seemingly overnight success has come with many changes and challenges. Some more stressful than others.

But knowing that at the end of the day, you always come back home to each other makes everything worth it.

Currently, you are in Atlanta for a work conference, while he is in New York filming for his new movie. This long distance thing is not new for you both, but with the busy schedules you both possess, you and Tyriq had to come up with more creative ways to spend time together because even though y’all were hundreds of miles apart, that was never going to stop him from seeing his boo.

Lying in bed staring at the ceiling after another long meeting, you look at the time and see it’s nearing 9:00 pm. You realize you have to find something to eat before your nightly FaceTime dinner with Ty.

When you both first got together, you all had to create different traditions to help with the strain the traveling and constant schedule changes could put on relationships. One of the many things the two decided on was always making sure you two had a meal on the phone together. Most of the time it was dinner, but depending on wherever in the world Tyriq was filming or if you were off somewhere for work, it was bound to change. It didn’t matter though; you two were going to eat together, and it didn’t matter what anyone else said.

You compared pricing for room service in the hotel and DoorDash. But once you saw the delivery price for what you wanted, you decided to see what they were serving at the hotel. As you were preparing to call down to place your order, you got a text from Tyriq.

ty ty 🤍: Just finished filming for the day. I’m going to get some food and head to my place. I’ll shower and call you right after. I love you, baby 🥰

You find yourself instantly smiling, sending him a similar message and sending your ‘I love yous’ back to your man. Once you are off your phone, you lock in and order your meal for the night and get ready for the night.

Finishing your skincare just in time, you get a knock at the door, hearing one of the hotel staff calling, “room service.” You quickly open the door, and the pleasant staff member pushes the cart of food in, presenting it to you before quickly leaving.

Looking at your phone quickly, you have about 15 minutes before 9:00 pm. You get your iPad set up so you can see him better while you are eating. You open your food to further inspect it to make sure everything looks right, and you wait for your man to call you as the 15 minutes quickly turn into 5.

As if on cue, as the clock strikes 9 pm, your iPad flashes with your saved name for Tyriq. You quickly answer it, and his torso is the only thing you can see.

“Baby, why is the only thing I can see of you is your T-shirt?" A frown spreads across your face as you are antsy to see your boyfriend.

He chuckles as he grabs the pizza box that sits behind his phone. “My bad, I was grabbing the pizza box so I could show you what I got, like those mukbangs you like to watch.”

Before you can say anything else, he quickly answers your request and sits down so you can see his face. His classic, bright smile spreads across his face.

“My handsome man!” You say, cheesing hard at the man staring at you through your device.

“Hi, my baby. I hope your day was good.” His eyes were bright, and his spirit, although tired, was beaming.

“It was good; Atlanta is treating me well. We need to come back here more often. Although they have us at this conference doing icebreakers like we’re in high school. Like, please let us get to the point.” You roll your eyes, thinking of the memory of a meeting that occurred earlier in the day.

Tyriq lets out a cackle at the retelling of your day. "Aww, babe, you know they’re trying to boost morale; I’m glad you played along at least.”

You are listening to him as you prepare to eat your food. “Of course, I couldn’t have the lady stand up there in silence. Anyway, how was your day on set?”

“It was good; we did a crying scene, and like that was probably the best fake cry I’ve done, not to toot my own horn or anything, just saying.” He nonchalantly says as he takes his pieces of pizza out of the box.

“Y/N, look up for me, baby. Do you want a bite?” Tyriq exclaimed to get your attention.

You inch closer to the screen to inspect the toppings on the pizza.

“Nigga, you must hate me. You know I don’t like mushrooms.” A deep frown forms on your face.

“Oh shit, my bad, Y/N. Hold on.” He then goes to pick every mushroom off of the piece he had just offered you.

“Here, baby, I took them off for you. It’s safe for you now.” Tyriq innocently says as he holds up the now mushroom-free slice of pizza to the camera.

"Boy—" “Don’t play and act like you wouldn’t have been mad if I didn’t offer you a bite of my food if we were in real life.” He cuts you off to exclaim.

Rolling your eyes, knowing he’s right, you get close to your device to simulate that you took a bite out of the pizza.

“Is it good? The guys on set were raving about it, so I got it.” Tyriq asked with an inquisitive look on his face.

“I think you will like it, ty.” You continue playing along.

He finally takes a bite of his pizza; a soft groan comes from the man as he satiates his hunger. “Y’all were not lying; this pizza is good as hell.”

It’s your turn to cackle, “I’m glad you’re eating well over there; I need my man just how I left him.”

“Of course, baby, I will be yours all in one piece. Speaking of, can I get a piece of one of those fries you got over there?”

“Nigga bye, this is not the boondocks,” You say as you continue laughing at his goofy joke.

All he can do is smile at you through the phone, admiring you and your carefree nature when you are with him.

“I love you too, Y/N," Tyriq says, still admiring you.

“I love you more, Tyriq.”

FIN

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[arithescorpio]

𝓑𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 Pt. 1

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Cameron Cade x black!fem!reader

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: In which after an exhausting week at your job, you and your best friend are invited to a party. And while there, you reconnect with your former classmate.

The loud buzzing noise could get overwhelming at times. But you were never bothered.

Orders and patrons coming in from left to right were now a walk in the park for you. Even though you've only been working at the "Around The Way" Diner for less than a year, 7 months has definitely given you enough time to adapt to the chaos of the food service industry.

"Order up!" You heard as you made a quick dash towards the kitchen counter to collect an order for one of your tables. It was like magic how you were able to get from the kitchen to your table across the diner in less than a minute.

Buzzzz

Checking to see if the coast was clear, you slip into a corner to check your phone. Your first time checking the time in forever.

7:34

"Thank God," you mutter. With the dinner rush winding down, it'd be easy to clean up before clocking out at 8. The phone vibrates again, and you look down at the screen with a small smile.

'Jas 🩷' - Hey Boo! I know you off from work soon. I'll get my usual tonight. I put your laundry on your bed. See u when u get home!! Luv u🥰

You slowly shake your head as you let out a soft chuckle. Thanking God for blessing you with your best friend/roommate. Just the thought of sliding onto the couch next to Jasmine after a long shift made the heavy weight in your shoulders start to melt.

After taking a look around the restaurant, you take a mental note of all of your tasks before clocking out. Nothing too drastic - sweep floors, clean tables, and stock. Hopefully you could get out right at 8.

When 8 o'clock finally came around, every task was complete. And you were ready to get outta there. Taking your employee meal and a meal for Jas, you clocked out and made a beeline for your car.

The car ride home was peaceful. Your body had fully relaxed for the first time that day. But despite the grueling hours and the stressful environment, you admired your own resilience.

Opening your apartment door, you're greeted by the amazing smell of a cookie scented candle Jasmine lit. Walking inside and kicking off your work shoes, you find Jasmine curled up on the couch for her usual binge session of "Love Island."

She instantly smiles from seeing you and jumps up from the couch to greet you in the kitchen. Wrapping her arms around you from behind, you smile and turn around to properly hug her.

"Hey you," you say, with a hint of tiredness in your voice. "How was your day?"

"Better now that you're home! " Jasmine let you go to take in the big bag of food on the counter.

Jasmine had been your best friend since middle school. And you never thought you'd become roommates after graduating college. But yet here you were, bringing her home food from your job, which you've been doing since you got hired there.

Jasmine digs through the contents of the bag before reaching her food. Pulling it out with absolute glee, she digs through the cabinet drawers to grab a fork.

"Girlll, guess what?"

You paused. Usually whenever Jasmine says that, it means she got herself into something. So you were mildly nervous to hear what she was about to say.

"What?" you asked cautiously.

"Asonte invited us to a party tomorrow night." She answered with a grin a mile wide.

The mere mention of her boyfriend Asonte Moore shook your core. To be fair, you really liked Asonte. He was cool, chill and entertaining, and you guys never had problems. The only thing was, he could get rowdy at parties, just like Jasmine. And when you and her went out, you'd have to keep a sharp eye on her to make sure she didn't get too rambunctious.

"And I'm assuming you told him we're coming?" you questioned, with a coy smile on your face. "What if I already made plans to stay inside this weekend? Then what?"

"Girl stop. You're coming whether you like it or not." She answered confidently. "You can't expect me to go by myself."

"Well actually you'll be with Asonte. And whenever I go out to parties with ya'll, I turn into a glorified third wheel, and then you two will ditch me like you always do." You responded bluntly.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and flicked you on the arm.

"Bitch you is a damn lie. We do not ditch you EVERY time!" She laughs lightheartedly and you join in.

"Yeah, a'ight. That's debatable, Jas," you mutter under your breath.

You turn your attention back towards your food. Having not eaten anything since around 9 that morning, you were starving. You grab a fork and start digging into your pasta dish. You don't even catch Jasmine creeping towards you donning a sly smirk.

When you finally look back at her and you're confronted by her face, you instantly get nervous.

"What is it?", you ask nervously.

"Asonte told me Cameron's gonna be there."

Hearing that name made you freeze.

Him. He's gonna be there?

You slowly turn your head to the right to look Jasmine in the eye. With a stern, stoic look on your face and your eyebrows raised.

"Cameron? Cameron Cade?" you question, no longer laughing. "Is you being serious right now, or are you fucking with me?"

"I'm being so deadass right now." Jasmine answers with her smirk now a shit eating grin.

You knew Asonte and Cameron were friends, they had been for a while. Ever since he and Jas started dating a year ago, you had learned many things about Cam through him. But it didn't change the connection you two had made prior to that. And considering it's been a month since graduation and you still haven't heard from him, let alone seen his face, it was making you feel a type of way.

"Apparently Cam is just like you. He don't go out to parties much anymore. So I figured this'll be one helluva function if they got him pulling up." Jasmine says casually.

You scoff. "Why do I feel like there's a catch here?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at her and leaning against the counter.

It almost felt too good to be true. Seeing the guy you've had a raging crush on since college for the first time in months. Considering you guys weren't in contact of any kind, you didn't know how or what he was doing. But alas, you were too shy to ask him for anything.

"Y/N, listen," Jasmine starts, sounding genuinely serious for once. "I knew Cam would be the only reason you go out with me. For real come on now, you don't think I've seen the way you look at him? I know he on your mind like 24/7."

You throw her a quick glare, before averting your eyes back to your food.

She continues, "Boo, it ain't no secret you like the nigga a'ight? So now, maybe you can drop the bullshit and tell him how you feel."

You finally look up at her. "And how the hell am I supposed to do that Jas? What if he doesn't like me back and I just make myself look stupid?"

As pathetic as it sounded, those were your true thoughts on how you felt. He was only one of the most handsome men you'd ever met.

"Well how will you know he doesn't like you back unless you tell him? Men aren't mind readers Y/N, they don't take hints. Trust me, I know," she replies, playfully rolling her eyes again and nudging you.

You take a minute to think about it. Even though you originally planned to stay in your apartment all weekend, the thought of going out Saturday night and possibly seeing Cam again was growing on you. Usually when you go out you wound up having a good time, regardless if you were left behind by Jas. You were the type of girl who could have fun all by herself. But thinking back to your exhausting week, letting loose was something you had been craving lately.

"Ughhh, fine!" You let out an exaggerated groan, but with a smile pulling at your lips. "I'll go to the stupid ass party okay? You happy now?"

Jasmine throws her arms around you again. "Yayyyyy!!!!" She squeals excitedly. You catch her with your right arm, and use your left arm to grip the counter to steady yourself.

"Jasmine, I swear to God, you better not make me regret this." You mutter under your breath, not knowing if she heard you or not.

But hey, at least you won't be alone. The thought of getting your old college friend group back together was a happy thought. And hey Cameron would be there, maybe you could actually tell him how you feel.

What's the worst that could happen?

"Okay you gonna make a left right here." Jasmine says with her nose in her phone. You were currently following the GPS directions sent by Asonte, who was currently waiting at the house for you both.

You turn left into the entrance of an expensive looking neighborhood. All of the estates were huge, with multiple cars in their driveways. Figures, you weren't surprised considering Asonte came from a fairly wealthy family. And thanks to him, you and Jas have been dragged to pretty lavish out of control house parties.

"Are we getting close Jas?" you ask as you continue driving straight.

"Yeah, it should be one of the last houses on the left," she answered, typing away on her phone.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally spot several cars parked outside a house. You could hear the music from your car.

"Ugh, finally," Jas said, looking up from her phone. She scans the small crowd of people gathered outside to look for Asonte. Meanwhile you look for a parking spot, luckily finding an empty space nearby.

After climbing out of the car, you look in the windows and check your outfit. You'd dressed in something simple, but cute. The dress beautifully hugged your curves, even though you brought a jacket to cover your chest just in case, you felt secure. You had styled your thick curly hair into two perfect afro puffs.

"Y/N what are you lookin at? You don't gotta worry bout nothin bae, you look amazing." Jas says with pure clarity. She probably caught the face you were making. She always catches your faces when your mood changes.

"Come on, let's go find 'Te." She takes your head and you both head towards the house.

It doesn't take long to find Asonte Moore. The man definitely has a way of making his presence known. It didn't help that he was tall, so you both easily caught wind of him.

"Aye Jas! What's up Bae?" Hearing the familiar voice relieved you and Jas of any tension.

Asonte came from behind, wrapping his arms around Jasmine's waist, causing her to let go of your hand to embrace him. She turns around in his arms and stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

When they break away Asonte looks towards you and smiles his signature toothy grin. Giving you a casual side hug, and a fist bump. A greeting you two had picked up back in college.

"Ya'll two look good." He bites his bottom lip while looking Jas up and down. "You tryna show off Bae?"

"Boy please!" Jasmine lets out a girlish giggle, playfully thwacking him on the chest. "Ain't nobody tryna show off for these raggedy-ass people."

Jasmine takes your hand again, and Asonte wraps his arm around her shoulder. All three of you head into the bumbling house. You're instantly hit with the strong scent of weed in the air. Thankfully the house isn't overwhelmingly crowded, so you're not shoved up against anyone.

You all stop in front of the staircase. Asonte separates from Jas, telling you girls to stay put as he heads to the kitchen to get you two drinks. After he disappears, you give Jasmine a familiar glare. She glances up at you with a knowing look on her face.

"Girl chill, you don't gotta drink if you don't want to. Even though I feel like you should, cause you look tense as fuck right now." she says casually, knowing full well that you didn't drink.

"Oh, I know I don't. It's bad enough damn near everyone here is either drunk or high, and I ain't tryna join 'em." you answer cryptically, as shocking as it may seem, you'd never smoked or drank before, despite being in your early 20s. Not that you were ashamed of it of course, it just wasn't your thing.

"A'ight damn bitch calm down. At least promise me you'll try to have fun, please?" Jas pouted with fake puppy dog eyes. She knew just how to annoy you, and it was working.

You roll your eyes at her, but you start smiling. Finding amusement in her pleading. "I promise I'll have fun, but first I really need to wash my hands."

Asonte finally returns with your drinks, but you excuse yourself to go find a bathroom. You manage to navigate your way through the crowd, eventually finding the first floor bathroom at the end of the hall. You go in and wash your hands. Before leaving, you take a minute to admire yourself in the mirror hanging on the door. Jasmine was right, the reflection staring back at you was beautiful. For the first time all week, you managed to shut out the negative thoughts in your head, it was replaced with a quiet surge of confidence.

It was time to make your way back to your friends. Somehow, the hallway had gotten crowded. But, with sheer patience and agility, you get through the hall without running into anyone.

At least, until you got to the end.

Looking down to make sure you didn't smudge your sneakers, you didn't notice the figure right in front of you. You bump right into someone's firm chest, so hard you start to trip on your shoelaces. Luckily, before you fall over, the stranger's hands shot out to grab your waist to catch you. Heat creeps inside your body as a wave of embarrassment washes over you. Not entirely knowing if you could look the stranger in the eye.

"Shit my bad, I ain't see you. You good?" The deep voice of the stranger rang in your ears. That voice sounded way too familiar because you knew it; even though you hadn't heard it in a while, you couldn't forget it if you wanted to. You finally look up at the man, and your brown eyes settle on his gorgeous blue ones.

Cameron Cade. Right there in the flesh.

"C-Cameron?" You stutter. At a slight loss for words. Not just because you've finally come face to face with your crush, but you also just embarrassed yourself in front of him.

His eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Y/N? Oh shit it's you!" He smiles brightly at you, just like he used to in class. It makes your heart flutter on the inside. "How you been?"

"I-I've been good, actually. Really great, how about you?" you stammer, internally kicking yourself for the nervous tremor in your voice. Maybe he won't notice it.

"I been good." he replies, looking down at you. "Just been chillin', not doin' too much."

His hands were still placed on your hips and you were panicking on the inside. Instead of removing his hands, you're surprised when takes them off your hips and slowly pulls you in for a hug. It's warm in his arms, and you gratefully hug him back. After pulling away he places his hands in his his pockets.

"Whatchu been up to lately? I know it's been a while. You still rooming with Jas?" He asks with an expectant look on his face.

"Umm nothing much. Of course I still room with Jas, she's my girl, you know I'd never leave her! B-But I'm mostly working right now." You respond nervously. "What about you? Are you still playing football?"

He lets out a playful scoff. "Yeah I'm still playin, the shit's kickin' my ass right now though. But I been preparing for the combine, so at least it's workin' out for me."

You let out a soft chuckle. Despite your nerves, it felt good to talk to Cameron again. It had been too long, and you missed being in his presence. He also looked so good tonight.

You somehow managed to shake off the initial embarrassment and fall into a steady conversation with him where you two got caught up. You felt the familiar spark you felt back in college whenever you spoke to him. And now that you carried yourself in a more confident and relaxed manner, talking to him didn't seem daunting anymore.

But just as you were thinking of potentially bringing up your feelings, you were interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.

"Cam? Babe are you over there?" You heard another female's voice ask.

Out from behind Cam, came another woman, one whom you've never seen before. She was light-skinned with shoulder-length loose curls.

Damn. She was beautiful.

"Babe! There you are, I was looking all over for you. What's taking you so long?" She asks, wrapping her arms around his right arm. The two looked at each other lovingly, and Cameron practically forgets you're standing right in front of them.

The woman finally looked toward you. A sudden look of realization on her face.

"Oh shit! Did I interrupt you guys? I'm so sorry." She says giving you an apologetic look.

"Nah Bae, you good." Cam responds casually slinging his arm over her shoulders. "We was just talkin', doing some catchin' up."

Your smile had completely vanished as you surveyed the two in front of you. Mentally you were putting together the puzzle pieces you didn't want to put together. But you got the answer you already knew.

"Bianca, this is Y/N. She's my friend from college. Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Bianca." Cam proclaimed, kissing the top of Bianca's head.

Taking a deep breath, you couldn't help yourself as you mentally screamed.

WHAT THE FUCK???

"Y/N. That's a pretty name. It's nice to meet you!" Bianca says, holding out her hand towards you.

You clenched your jaw and plastered on a fake smile. You reach out your hand to shake hers.

"It's nice to meet you too." You say in the most cheerful way you can muster.

"Y/N's amazing. She the one who helped me with all my math work. She might be the best desk mate ever." Cam proudly stated.

You couldn't stand it anymore.

"Yeah, Um, would you guys please excuse me for a sec? I just gotta go grab my friend real quick." you made up the excuse to awkwardly walk away from them.

Your chest felt heavy and your heart was pounding inside your chest. You had to find Jasmine. But just as you expected, she and Asonte aren't anywhere to be found. So much for her promising to never leave you. You browse the entire first floor but you can't find them anywhere. A shiver goes down your spine as you look upstairs, wondering if they went up there to find an unoccupied bedroom. Which they probably have, Good Lord. Giving up, you make your way back towards the kitchen.

When you did, you immediately wished you hadn't.

Right there in the open, in the corner of the kitchen, Cam had his hands wrapped around Bianca's waist- the exact same spot his hands had been on your's just minutes before- as they made out. You feel your heart sink and your stomach drops to your feet. That felt like the biggest slap in the face.

Fuck This Shit. You needed to get the fuck outta here.

Turning on your heels, you made a mad dash toward the front door. The noise, the crowded house and the smell of weed was starting to make you feel sick. At this point you were pushing past anyone in your way. Finally making it outside, you practically sprint to your car. Without skipping a beat, you start the car and drive off.

Only when you were far away from the neighborhood, your tears started to fall. You cried as the heartbreak settled in your chest. Mentally, you couldn't help but chastise yourself.

If you would've known the night would end like this, you would've just kept your ass right at home. Just so you could live without the information that was now making you feel like shit.

To Be Continued....

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˗ˏˋ. sfw alphabet ˎˊ˗

pairing ➳❥⊱ cameron cade x black!fem!reader

╰┈➤ ❝ [MASTERLIST] ❞

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a = 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

: ̗̀➛ Cam doesn’t even look like the type of man to be affectionate. His large frame and quiet nature makes him very intimidating. But with you? He’s a big ass teddy bear.

: ̗̀➛ it’s the soft kinds of affection that means the most to him. Tiny kisses on the back of your hand; caressing your leg while driving. He can’t go a single day without touching you in some way.

b = 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

: ̗̀➛ He’s the sweetest and most loyal best friend. He’s kind of shy and keeps to himself, but he comes out of his shell when he’s with you.

: ̗̀➛ The friendship began in a simple way. He was super closed off at first, but eventually he finally opened up to you. Now you’re one of his favorite people in the world and he considers you as part of the family.

: ̗̀➛ He listens to your complaints without any judgement. Honestly, as long as you are in his presence, he truly doesn’t care about anything else.

c = 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (do they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

: ̗̀➛ He can’t go a single day without holding you. He nearly suffocates you with his body weight, but there’s no place you’d rather be. His body is a giant heating pad and you love to hold him tightly.

: ̗̀➛ There’s nothing in this world he loves more than cuddling skin to skin with you. Bare bodies underneath the sheets, wrapping each other in a warm embrace. The TV will be on in the background, but all of his attention is on you.

: ̗̀➛ Neck kisses, back caresses, soft hums, and his large hands wrapped around your frame. He’d lay in bed with you for the rest of his life if he could.

d = 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

: ̗̀➛ He loves peace and stability and the only source he where can get that is with you.

: ̗̀➛ The thing that surprised you the most about him is how neat and organized he is. You’d think for a college athlete he’d be messy and dirty, but he truly respects his environment.

e = 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

: ̗̀➛ The thought of leaving you would absolutely kill him inside. He’s not going anywhere unless you decide to break up with him. Honestly, he can’t ever live without you.

: ̗̀➛ Worst case scenario, if y’all do break up then he’ll just drown himself in football. Practicing for hours and hours while silently punishing himself.

: ̗̀➛ Also, he’d never put you in a position to hurt you. He’ll leave quietly during the breakup. If anyone asks about you then he’ll be nothing but respectful.

f = 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞́ (how do they feel about commitment? how fast would they want to get married?)

: ̗̀➛ Cam was very hesitant on marriage before he met you. He never saw himself ever settling down with anyone because they never understood him. However, he’d wife you up as soon as possible.

g = 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (how gentle are they physically and emotionally?)

: ̗̀➛ Physically — he’s the softest person ever. He holds you like you’re the most delicate thing in this world. He will never be rough with you and he’s got the sweetest touch.

: ̗̀➛ Emotionally — he’s incredibly patient. He listens to you with intention, communicates efficiently, and always makes sure that you’re validated no matter what.

h = 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬 (do they like hugs? what are they like?)

: ̗̀➛ He’s never been a hugger until he met you. His hugs are so protecting, warm, and soft. He rests his chin on your head while his arms are fully wrapped around you.

: ̗̀➛ His hugs are much more intimate on game days. When it’s time to let go, he always brings you back to cuddle for a few more minutes. The entire world goes quiet when he holds you in his arms.

i = 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (how fast do they say the L-word?)

: ̗̀➛ Cam said ‘I love you’ only 2 days into the relationship. The relationship started casually. You just wanted to test the waters with no strings attached, but you never realized how he felt about you.

: ̗̀➛ When he says it, he damn sure means it.

j = 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (how jealous do they get? what do they do?)

: ̗̀➛ Cam gets jealous QUICK. He’s not jealous because he’s insecure, but only because your attention is elsewhere.

: ̗̀➛ He knows deep down that no man will compare to him. No other man will satisfy you like he does, so he has nothing to worry about. But, it still doesn’t help the pit in his stomach whenever he catches another man looking at you.

k = 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 (what are kisses like? favorite spots?)

: ̗̀➛ He loves to kiss you slow and soft. Every moment counts with him, so he likes to take him time. His favorite spot is your jaw because he loves how ticklish you get around him.

l = 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (how are they around children?)

: ̗̀➛ He’s a little awkward at times, but he’s very good with them. It truly shocked you when you found out he’s super playful with them.

m = 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (how are mornings with him?)

: ̗̀➛ Very clingy. You’ll have to pee super badly and this man will never let you go. He pulls you back super tightly to his chest and falls right back to sleep. On practice days, he’ll wake up super early just to hold you some more.

n = 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (how are nights with him?)

: ̗̀➛ Nights are quiet and peaceful. He’ll cook you some food and the rest of the night consists of watching movies on the couch.

: ̗̀➛ His hand caressing your thigh as you rant about your day to him. Teasing touches and sloppy kisses lead to a heated, passionate night between you two.

o = 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 (when do they revel personal things?)

: ̗̀➛ It took some time for Cam to finally open up to you. He doesn’t open up all at once, though. Vulnerability is not his strongest suit, but he’ll do it for you.

: ̗̀➛ He doesn’t trust anyone but you. He’s never been much of a talker and it surprised you on how much he rambles about the little things.

p = 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (how easily angered are they?)

: ̗̀➛ He gets pissed off super easily. When practice doesn’t go as planned or if he loses a game, then he gets super angry. But never at you. He’ll think twice before taking his anger out on you.

: ̗̀➛ If he’s ever angry around you then he’ll just go quiet. He’d rather keep everything bottled up in his head than ever yell at you.

q = 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐬 (how much do they remember about you?)

: ̗̀➛ Every little detail. Cam knows things that you never even told him before. Your favorite perfume, the way you sort your playlist, the way you like to make your eggs, etc.

r = 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (what’s his favorite moment?)

: ̗̀➛ The time he took you out on a date for the first time. It was just a simple date. A cute little picnic where he gathered all of your favorite snacks to eat.

: ̗̀➛ He remembered the sparkle in your eyes and your beautiful smile from that day. From that day on, he was always been completely obsessed with you.

s = 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 (how protective are they?)

: ̗̀➛ Cam does not play about you. He needs to know your location at all times and he’s always there if you ever need him. He low-key hates when you hang out with your friends because he can’t help but wonder if something bad will happen to you.

: ̗̀➛ He trusts you, but not other people. He’ll scope out anyone who talks to you. Not in a controlling way, but to make sure that they don’t have bad intentions.

t = 𝐭𝐫𝐲 (how much effort do they put in?)

: ̗̀➛ There’s never a day where you question his love for you. Beautiful texts every morning, planned date nights, random gifts every now and then. You never need to ask him to do any of these things because he just does it with no hesitation.

u = 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 (bad habits?)

: ̗̀➛ He keeps his feelings hidden most of the time. He bottles everything up and never likes to open up about certain things. Cam over exerts himself at practice and nearly works himself to death.

v = 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (how concerned are they with their looks?)

: ̗̀➛ Cam loves to look good for you. He loves to wear the cologne that you’re obsessed with.

: ̗̀➛ Overall, he likes to be clean and put together all for you. Your compliments mean the world to him.

w = 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 (would he feel incompetent without you?)

: ̗̀➛ He’d be a complete mess without you in his life. He can’t even remember how he managed to live before you came along. You’re his safe space.

: ̗̀➛ He spams your phone whenever he has free time during practice. Sending you random ass pictures while you’re at work. It’s his way of showing his love to you.

x = 𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 (random headcanon)

: ̗̀➛ He loves driving you around. He knows that you have your own car but he loves seeing you in his passenger seat.

: ̗̀➛ You literally decorated the passenger side of his car. Stickers on the dashboard, a personal blanket on the seat, and your perfume is a permanent reminder of your presence. You are a certified passenger princess.

y = 𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤 (what do they hate?)

: ̗̀➛ Arguments and drama. He hates fighting with you because he’s scared that you won’t want him anymore. And worst of all, he hates drama because it stresses him out too much.

z = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (sleep habits?)

: ̗̀➛ Cam can’t stay still to save his life. Whenever he sleeps alone, he’s up all night tossing and turning. But when you’re in bed with him, he’s knocked out with his arms held tightly around you.

[jayvanche]

A Helping Hand Pt.2

summary: something develops between you and cameron after he does you a solid.

warnings:18+ mdni, profanity, aave, nword, use of y/n, Sweet!cam, homeboy!cam, dom!cam, sub!reader,blackfem!reader,nipple play, unprotected p in v (don't be like them), fingering, oral (f receiving), use of daddy maybe 5 times, dirty talk gets a little crazy, praise kink, pet names (baby, ma, mama, pretty girl), slight overstimulation.

Pt.1

wc:5.7

Sitting in the back of your 1:00 lecture, your attention was pulled to your Apple Watch for the upteenth time in the last 20 minutes. Usually you were eager for this class but as of lately you were growing tired of the same ole monotone delivery from the professor. Thank God you had the idea of recording the lecture on your phone while you busied yourself scrolling on your Ipad. 

Scrolling through games and social media apps, you found yourself on Pinterest. You thumbed through outfit inspo, natural hair ideas, and various recipes. Saving most and hearting others. Downloading a few memes here and there too. 

The rustling of papers got your attention and you looked to see that class had concluded. Gathering all your things and heading right out the building, you started on your way to your sanctuary–the library.

You didn’t get enough time to process before you were lifted off the ground. The familiar scent of cedarwood and Ivory soap filled your nostrils because of him spinning you mid air.

“Cameron put me down!” you hit his arms in an attempt to get free. 

He did just that and you staggered trying to find your balance. “Guess what I got on my paper” 

The world still spinning. “Imma kill you when I can focus” your arms in front of you finally catching his jacket. 

“Guess!” he probed.

“It better be a 100!” pushing him and turning to walk away, he followed beside you. 

“Hell nah, a 91” he frowned before smiling at your reaction.

“That’s dope sassy! I’m so proud of you” going to dap him up, he faked like he was going to and flicked your forehead. “Ow!”

“Stop with that dumb ass nickname”

“Stop abusing me” 

“Ahh shut up” he nudged your forehead. “Where them little legs carrying you off to? Walking fast as shit” he laughed.

“I’m trying to keep up with you big bird” you looked at his long strides and then up at him. “But imma go finish up a couple of assignments and th–”

He smacked his teeth and groaned. “Work, work, work. Damn girl! Do you even enjoy college?”

“Yes but if I finish this assignment then I’m good for the week and THEN I can sit back and relax” your arms flare out a little as you talk. 

“Right, you gonna find something else to work on and be right back in that lame ass library. Collecting dust with the rest of them books” he pointed to the building just up ahead.

“I’m for real this time! And to prove it, how bout we go see that new scary movie this friday?” she looked at him hoping he said yes because going by herself to see a scary movie was not going to happen. 

“Sounds fun, but remember I told you I got that date with Kiana.” Your chest tightened and you almost physically winced at the reminder. You’d heard about Kiana around campus. She was captain of the Majorette team, Homecoming queen, and Miss TCSU. One could say she was up there with Cameron in popularity around the school. The match made sense and you hated to admit it. 

“Oh right! Where were you two going again?” both of you coming to a stop at the steps of the library. 

“Just to grab a bite. That new Korean place up the road, nothing major.” he shrugged. “Said she gets out of practice late so I guess I’ll be waiting up for her. She wanted to meet up and chill tonight” Chill? Cameron rarely chills with anyone unless it’s you or maybe one of his teammates. Usually girls would get one night with him and he’d debrief with you, of all people, afterwards. But yet here he is chi- 

What the fuck am I doing? He’s not your man, he’s your friend. A friend who just so happens to be really good with his hands.

“Well let me know how it goes! I’ve been wanting to try that place out myself.” 

“If you got out some more, maybe you could, dork” he mumbled. “Ow!” his hands shot to his foot after yours came down on his. “Keep them paws on the ground!” he pointed

“Stop calling me names then…sassy” you stuck your tongue out moving away when he jumped towards you. “See ya later!” you ran up the stairs.

“You lucky I gotta go!” he called after you. 

“Yeah yeah!” You head for your favorite corner in the far back of the library. Pulling out your chair and your textbooks, you began. But of course, your body was present and your mind off elsewhere. 

You felt so stupid. No matter how you tried far along you got into your work. You couldn’t take your mind off of him. The various caresses, kisses, and words that were spoken to you. How he stayed even after the fact and didn’t make anything awkward between the two of you. How it was all seemingly nothing now being that he hadn’t brought it up since. And how you honestly preferred it because if he had, you would not know what to say.

I mean afterall that was the main reason you weren’t in your apartment at the moment. The constant flashbacks of him plagued your mind every time you stepped foot in there. You always made sure you were dead tired before returning to your residence just so you were able to fall asleep. But to your disadvantage, he found his way into your dreams.

This was all so silly to you. You felt like you were taking advantage of his kindness. He had been a shoulder to cry on, one to rant about nothing to, someone who picked on you like you were one of the guys. Yet here you were, lusting after him. Maybe it was because of you being fresh out of a breakup or the fact that you had been in a broken relationship for so long but that one little favor had awakened something deep within your soul. Something the previous jackass could even hunch out of you.

Now you were here putting up a phony front just to shield yourself from any more embarrassment from any more men. Yes, Cameron was a great homeboy but he was still a boy. 

“Is that my girl?” your head snapped up from your textbook to see Derek and Macy. You’d met them at a job fair not too long ago and they were truly the funniest people you talked to at the event. 

“Hey y’all” the rasp of your voice from not consuming any water for the past, you looked at your dying apple watch–two hours was getting to you. You cleared your throat and straightened up a little, “What have you guys been up to?” 

“Absolutely nothing” Macy dropped into one of the seats in front of you and Derek in the other. “We just finished up with a study group for a psych class and now we bout to go get us something to eat. “

You nodded, ”oh okay”

“What about you? Every time I see you, you nose deep in a book.” Derek smiled. 

“Just trying to get some work done” 

“Take a break boo! Come chill with us!” Macy nudged you with her shoulder. You groaned a little, shaking your head.

Rubbing your eyes, you laughed. “I really have to fini-”

“My treat” Derek threw out. He leaned forward on the table, arms propped. 

“Oh no. really I have a ton of work to do” 

“Your eyes are burning” you looked at him. It hadn’t even registered to you how much you were blinking and squinting your eyes.

“Nothing a couple of eyedrops can’t fix” 

“Come on y/n. Free food? You can’t pass this up” macy reasoned. “And I need somebody other than this dickhead to talk to.” 

You chuckled as the two went back and forth and laughed out loud when the librarian shushed them. 

“Let’s just go before y’all have me in bad graces with Miss Spencer.”

Three hours had gone by. But it really felt like minutes with how much fun you were having. The dinner of choice was Mcdonald’s and after eating and gossiping, you were back on campus seated in the passenger seat of Derek’s car. 

“And then this bitch had the nerve to be mad at me because I told her the bathroom shouldn’t stink if all you did was pee” the car roared with laughter and macy continued on with the story of her and her current roommate. “I even tried to refer her to my gyno and sour puss got even more upset” 

Wiping your eyes you looked back at her, “Sour puss Mace?” 

“Yup!” 

“Oh my god!” Derek breathed from the driver’s seat clutching his stomach. 

“Ya’ll are a trip” you looked out the window into the darkness of the campus. “I need to get out of here. I got an early morning ahead of me. Thank you for the break guys, really.” you opened the door and only got one foot out before Derek spoke up. 

“Let me walk you” moving to leave the car as well, you were about to object but decided against it.

“I will see you both later! Got an 8 am myself” macy exited the car as well. “Text me y/n!” you smiled at her waving before turning your attention to Derek. He nodded his head in the direction of the sidewalk. 

“Lead the way?” he smiled.

As you walked you made small talk, you understood why Macy and him were friends for so long. He had a mouth on him just like her.  

“This is it” you stopped in front of your building, fixing the strap of your bag. “Thank you for dinner. I really appreciated it.” 

“No problem” he faced you. “Wouldn’t mind doing it again” he mumbled looking down before looking back up at you. ”just no drive-thrus unless of course. unless that’s what you like” he smiled watching you do the same.

“I’m flattered really but I..can’t D” you shook your head. “Its nothing against you, It’s just a lot going on and-”

“I’m not trying to pressure you or anything. I knew I didn’t want to leave before at least trying.” You looked at him. Yes he wasn’t ugly but like you said before, this was really not a good time right now. “Just think about it and get back to me” did I not just- nevermind. 

You nodded before walking to your apartment. Once inside you kicked your shoes off and threw your keys on the love seat. 

Slowly walking back to your room, the vibration of your phone caused you to sigh loudly. “What nooww” rummaging around in your bag and pulling it out, you saw it was none other than Cam. 

“Yes”

“Damn, who pissed you off?”

“Long day. Wassup?” 

“I was wondering what you were doing tomorrow. Figured we could go see that scary movie. With this weekend off the table.” your heart picked up speed but you got your breathing under control before answering.

“Yeah, sounds cool”

“You sure you alright?”

“Positive” you lied. 

“...uhuh, well let me tell you about what happened tonight. So..” during his storytime you moved around your apartment getting ready for bed. He talked from the moment you stepped in the shower til the time you laid your head on the pillow scrolling and listening. You could hear it in his voice that he was tired but you didn’t want to interrupt his rambling. It was obvious he needed it.

“y/n” he called. Sleepiness is evident in his tone. The heavenly sound caused a heartbeat down there.

“Y-yeah?” 

“Oh you went quiet on me” he let out a light laugh. “You finished that assignment, dork?” you heard him yawn.

“No I did not” 

A sarcastic gasp made you roll your eyes. “Miss smartie pants didn’t finish? Wouldn’t be a first” 

Now it was your turn to. “Fuck you! I’m bout to hang up” he laughed.

“My fault, My fault! Chill out cry baby” he yawned yet again.

“Why are you fighting your sleep Cam? Go to bed” 

“Don’t tell me what to do. Who the oldest?”

“Whose the dumbest?” 

“Ahaha. That was cute” he rasped and you felt another heart beat. It was actively getting worse the more he talked, which is why you needed him to go to sleep. But you also didn’t want the conversation to end. Yet he found another thing to ramble about and somehow your hands found their way under your night gown. 

Trying to imitate the movements that he had used on you. You bite your lips doing a good job at  concealing your moans. Until he started asking questions to make sure you were engaged. 

“You won’t believe who blew their knee out in practice today” 

“W-who?” your teeth trapped between your lips when you inserted your fingers. Cameron was talking about one thing but you heard something completely different. He went on and on and that only fueled your imagination.

“Now we got this new guy out there not doing shit for real” he stopped when he heard a familiar whimper. “y/n you cool?” 

“Yeah I-” you stopped to bite back another moan. But the end of it was not muffled as good as you thought and it slipped through. “Yeah, what did your coach have to say about that?” you proceeded on and so did the story. While he talked, you desperately tried to find that one spot. Your fingers find the spot for just a second before you accidentally lose it again. 

Cameron sat up a smidge. He knew he wasn’t that sleepy. “I stayed after everybody and ran some drills.” 

Now you are growing frustrated. Here you were, soaked, and you couldn’t find one little measly spot. “That’s good” 

“You sure you okay?” he asked again, hearing the sound of running water. 

“Yup” you finished cleaning yourself up and marched back to your bed. Not even bothering to finish. “This day just needs to end already.”

“Oooh so you irritated” he concluded. “What’s been bothering you?” 

Your head shook as if he could see you. “Nothing, can we not hang up?” you asked timidly. “I know it sounds weird-” 

“It’s not weird,” he replied. “I’m surprised you stayed up so late. Usually you’d be asleep by now.” Truth be told, the only reason he rambled so close so late on the phone is so he could fall asleep on the phone with you. He liked your presence whether you were directly or indirectly in front of him. 

“Okay, well goodnight sassy” putting the phone on the pillow next to you. He said goodnight to you too before quickly falling asleep himself. 

The movie theater outing came quicker than you anticipated. It was as scary as you heard it was and even though Cameron picked on you for the amount of popcorn you spilled by jumping, you caught him mid-scream a couple times. With the movie now over, you didn’t even care to stay for the end credit scene.

“That’s not funny!” you pushed him as you two walked out. “I thought it had me” Cameron thought it was a good idea to shake you during the last jumpscare. You screamed louder than anybody and earned a couple of laughs from the people in the row behind you. 

“Whew!” Cameron laughed. “That shit was one for the books!” he leaned on you as you tried to push him away. “That little kid was dying!” he roared. 

“I hate you” a smile fighting its way onto your face. 

“Yo Cam” turning in the direction of the voice, Cameron was surprised to see Jayden. On his arm a pretty lightskin woman with blonde and brown boho braids. 

“Wassup” he nodded. 

Since everything went down, Cam hasn’t been interested in the likes of him. After that night in your apartment and the endless venting sessions, Cam had lost all respect for Jayden. During the games and practices, he ignored his jokes, comments, and would leave as soon as he joined the chat room on the game. Safe to say his loyalty lied with you.

“Wassam witchu bruh! Ain’t heard from you in a minute! You know me and the boys was gonna hop on the game later on” 

“Nah” he replied in a bored tone. “I got plans”

 

“Oooh I see. You scared imma beat ya ass in 2k” Jayden laughed before doing a double take over to you. “Damn y/n what you doing here?” all you did was look at him and pull out your phone. 

“y/n?” the girl beside him asked. “The girl that ghosted you?” Cameron tilted his head. Making sure he heard that right.

“Yeah that’s her” a smug look on his face. “You ghost me to hoe around with my homeboy?” 

“Hoe?” your attention to him now. “I think you got me mistaken for someone else.”

“Um no. You left him after being together since high school for his friend? I think hoe is correct” the lightskin girl rolled her eyes, still mouthing off. 

“Y’all can chill on that hoe word” Cam told them both.

“You defending this bitch? Man we practically brothers and you taking her side over me?

“Dead all that name calling bruh. You acting like you wasn’t moving dirty as hell.” 

“Cam let’s go. Ion feel like hearing his dirty dick ass any more” you pulled his arm, turning him towards the exit.

“You the dirty one!” the lightskin yelled. The argument getting the attention of the people around. 

“Find you something safe to do” you pointed out.

“Watch ya mouth” Jayden warned.

“Or what? Fuck nigga” Cameron went towards Jayden. You held a grip on the back of his shirt.

“I’m not talkin’ to you nigga move around.”

“Nah bitch. You is talking to me. Like I said pussy. Or what?” 

Struggling to hold him back, you shockingly got him close enough to the exit. “Cameron, let's go before they call security.” pulling on his arm to move him. 

Successfully getting him into the car and back to your apartment, by now you’d had a shower and changed into your pajama shorts and shirt. You had high hopes that cam would go home, do the same, and just completely forget about the situation but no. He was right back at your spot still pissed. 

Your room was. set up to binge a show but when he called saying he was at your door, you knew what that meant. 

“You are such a hot head” you laughed. The L.E.D lamp light you had recently purchased, lit up the room. 

“Was he not outta line?” he stopped pacing your room. “Man, I can't stand him. Main reason why his dumb ass bout to get cut come next week”

“Say swear”

“I put that on everything” he looked at you. “Weirdo forgot he was a student athlete. Can’t even take the student part serious and coach not goin, at all.”

In pure astonishment, you couldn’t say anything in return. 

The conversation went on and you started to have your own rant. You were able to slip in the interaction with Derek yesterday. 

“Oh he was ready” Cameron looked shocked. 

“Overly but yeah yesterday was a bit of a doozy for me too. If the past 24 hours have shown me nothing else it’s that I clearly have no luck with men.” you leaned back into the headboard. “Might as well be a nun” hearing him stifled a laugh, you rolled your eyes. 

“Cam.”

“I’m sorry. You can’t have that kinda mentality y/n. You are a beautiful woman, you’re going to come across the right one soon. I know it.” your face was as hot as the sun. 

“Thank you sassy, that means a lot” you smiled before screaming at him jumping on you. His fingers dug into your underarms. “Okay! Okkaaay! Oh my gosh!” you struggled underneath him.

“Apologize!” 

“I’M SORRY” you laughed. He stopped for a brief second then did it one last time. “I Apologized” you whined through a laugh. He quit for real this time and you were able to catch your breath. When you were able to focus again, you realized he was staring down at you. You also realized the way he was positioned between your legs. 

“You’re heavy” you mumbled.

“Whatever” he mumbled back, staring at you. As you laid below him studying his features, you felt the need to reach up and give him a kiss on the cheek. His signature smirk appeared. “What was that for?”

“My bad, that was weird.” you nervously laughed. You sat up on your elbows expecting him to move back but he stayed. Your faces are now inches apart.

“What was it for though?”

“I- dont know cam, I guess it was kind of a thank you for earlier.” you shrugged. 

“Really? Cause there was no emotion behind that at all!” you two shared a laugh. You reached up to try again. Lingering a little bit before pulling away. It was almost like he moved closer but you brushed that idea off. “better?” you smiled. 

The only response you got back was silence. When he leaned in and placed a kiss on the far corner of your mouth for the same duration you did him, you were stunned. When he pulled back with a faint smile and went for the other corner, you could’ve passed out. Out of reflex, your lips pursed. “Better” he said, still close.

The urge to do so became too much and you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. You abruptly stopped and moved away from him. “I’m so sorry Cam! I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry!” 

“Y/n-”

“I took advantage and I’m so sorry!”

“Advantage?” he moved closer to you on the bed. “Y/n you didn’t take-”

“Yes I did! And you’ve been such a good friend. And it was just a one time thing, I looked too far into it and now you think Imma creep. But it was really just me at the moment not reading the roo-” you were cut off by him pulling you into another kiss. You moaned into the kiss, completely leaning into him. His tongue entered your mouth and you happily accepted. Finally, he pulled back.

“Your lips would fly off if they weren’t attached to your face.” your head came down in your hands. Taking them away from your face he kept on “You are not taking advantage of me y/n. It’s nothing you’ve done to me that has ever made me think you were a creep. Even when you were playing with yourself on the phone yesterday.” your mouth dropped and he laughed. 

“I thought I was being so discreet!” 

“You was pretty obvious to me”

“Oh my gosh” your eyes closed

“Can't hide them moans from me no matter how hard you try.” he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “You know that right?” trailing down your neck he found your spot. “Gonna let me hear those sweet moans again?” he murmured on your neck. A soft one blessed his ears. “You can do better than that y/n” his hand coming up your waist and stopping at your nipples. 

He traced the hardened mounds and you almost melted at his teasing. “Can’t you?” he softly pinched them, rolling it between his fingers. He watches you slowly start to fall apart, knowing it was only the beginning. Starting on the other one at the same time, he captured your lips in another steamy kiss, laying you down. 

Pulling away and looking down at your boobs, he asked ”may I ?” 

“Yes” helping him pull your shirt over your head, he quickly attached his lips to your nipples and created a suction that had you holding his head to keep him there. His Hands working the other one. You were already in pure euphoria just from a little nipple play. Your thumb caresses the back of his head in encouragement. His tongue leading the way over to the other one, repeating the motions.

Trailing down your body, he left multiple wet kisses below your belly button. And as he dragged your bottoms down your thighs, the kisses got even messier stopping just above your clit. Adjusting your thighs onto his shoulder he left kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“Just as pretty as I remember” his hands running up and down your sides. “Mmm” he moaned, latching onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back arched off the bed and your hands flew to his head. 

“Caam”

“Mmhmm” he hummed into you. You just knew your neighbors could hear you because after many attempts at trying to cover your mouth to quiet down, Cameron had grabbed your arms, pinning them to the bed. 

“Shit! Cameron” you peaked down at him to see him look back up at you. “Your tongue feels so good” 

Coming up for air his fingers circle came up and took their rightful position inside you. “How good mama?” his fingers curled and he moved forward flicking his tongue on your clit at a quick pace.

 

“S-sooo good cam oh my gooooddd” he slowly devoured you. Head moving as if he was french kisses the lips above and not below.

Twisting and pumping his fingers at the same time, he looked at your pussy in astonishment. “All this for me y/n?” he followed the slick running down to your bottom. The bright pink of your pussy making him throb in his pants.

Frantically nodding your head, He couldn’t help but suck on your clit one last time before flipping you over onto your stomach. Moving your hips up and pushing your knees apart, his hand trailed down the line of your back as it arched “So fuckin fine” both hands came back to your ass cheeks.

 

“Ooh” the feeling of him continuing to feast on you, caught you by surprise. He got back to work immediately. Smacks of approval coming down on each cheek as you shook from pleasure. When he inserted his tongue, a deep groan came from behind you. “Please Cam”

He stopped and smiled, his fingers going to work again. “Please what?” knowing what you meant. Twisting his fingers slowly he watched you drip down your thighs. “Tell me what you want mama.”

“Youu. pleaseee I want youuuu” not needing to hear more, he removed his sweats, and released himself. You watched the precum drip from his tip as it bobbed in the air. The thickness of his dick made you a little nervous but with how gone he had you already, you just wanted him to split you open. 

Stepping forward and tapping his tip at your hole, you whimpered trying to push back on him. “You want some dick baby?” he taunted, pressing the tip at your entrance. “Put it in” 

Your hand came between your legs and guided him inside. you feeling him stretch you out. Him feeling the wet grip you had on him. A sigh left the both of you and Cameron sank deeper. . “Yeess” you practically whined. “Your so deeep baby oh my goood” he smacked your ass and you moaned more from feeling his member actively throbbing. 

“You wanted dick so bad, mama. Get to work” he rubbed the spot he just slapped. Slowly you started to throw it. 

“O-Oh mmm sssshittt”

“Uhuh show how bad you want this dick baby” you picked up speed. When you felt his tip about to leave your entrance you would rock your hips back harder. “Shit y/n…all the way to the tip…fuck yes…greedy ass pussy” his hands came to your hips then went to massagging your thighs. Your moans make him bite back groans of his own. 

“Dadddyyy” that smug smirk making its way on his face. 

Witnessing your cream began to coat his dick, his head tipped back before looking at the site again. “Pussy so nice to me” his hips started to move instantly hitting your spot. “S-so fucking nice to me…you finally got some good dick huh mama?...damn” he watched you ass move like water as it collided with his hips. 

“Yeess Cam don’t stop”

“You deserve all of it too…Ever. Single. inch”

His thrusts grew harder and deeper, yet remaining slow and steady. Reaching forward, he gently gripped the back of your neck, placing your back to his chest. “There go those sweet moans…drives me fuckin’ crazy”his hands roam your body. One coming to cup your boobs and the other beginning to rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “So good…shit…been n-needing you on his dick…all I can think about.

You tried to throw it back feeling yourself about to come undone. “Oh I love this dick so muuucchh”

 

Smiling and pressing a kiss to your neck, “you do?”

“Yes caameron” your head falling back on his shoulder. 

“You wettin this dick up so nice mama…workin’ it real good too…I know you wanna cum for me baby…don’t you miss cumming for me?

“Yes oh my gaaawdd. I miss it so much” you tightened around him.

“I can t-tell…let me work that cum out that pretty pussy…shit y/n…you bout to cum…yeaah I can feel it…don’t stop fucking me either” his thrusts started to pick up. 

Your body began shaking.

“Fuuucck…keep cumming baby…gimme all that shit” your moans serenading him. He turned your face to him, sharing a sloppy kiss. 

“C-caam oh!” you fell forward and his strokes weren’t stopping. 

“Give me one more ma” 

“I c-ca- uhhuuu” you reached back putting a hand on his abdomen for mercy. But he looked down at it like an offering instead.

“I’d love to hold your hand” his fingers intertwined with yours as his foot came up on the bed. He held your hand and the arch in your back grew deeper. “Thaaat’s it ma…that’s how you take dick…like a good girl..that’s you?...my good girl?”

Not hearing you say anything he looked to see you completely fucked out. Mouth gaped open, eyes rolled back, and light moans leaving you. 

“I can’t hear you y/n” his hips snapping faster. “You daddy’s good girl?”

“Yes” you answered lowly.

“Louder”

“Yess, I’m your good girl!” you came again. Cream begins to pool down the front of his thighs. The sight almost made him follow up right behind you.

He pulled out and admired the mess you made. “Look at me baby” he carefully turned you over on your back. His hands cradled your head.

Your lids were slightly weighed down. A thin coat of sweat covered both of you. Your whole body felt like wet noodle. You knew you looked a mess, but Cameron looked at you as if you were the prettiest being on the planet.

“You okay?”

“Mhm” you slowly nodded. Resting your hands on his wrist. 

“How do your legs feel?” he peppered kisses on your cheeks. He couldn’t keep his lips off you.

“A little loose” 

“Good” leaning down he began the most sensual makeout session. The sucking of lips, moans from the both of, and the way your hands came to massage the nape of his neck, turned him up yet again. Reaching down to your legs, he pulled them up and hooked the back of your knees in his elbows. Lining up with your entrance again, he slowly entered. Doing all this while still holding the kiss…you knew you were in for it. 

his head falling into your neck. “You were thinking about me last night?”

“Uhh Mhm” you nodded. 

“You cum thinking about me too?” 

“N-no I-oh I could. I couldn’t find my spot.” pulling out till he was only 3 inches in, he adjusted you legs on his shoulders thrusting, and slammed in. 

“UUh” the wind knocked out of you. 

“That spot?” 

You nodded like a crazy woman. “YESSS”

“Aww my baby couldn’t find her spot?” 

“Noo I couldn’t” your nails clawed at his back. A single tear ran down your face. 

“S-shit” he lifted his head and rested it on yours. Taking your hands off his back he put them above your head, interlocking your fingers again. “Don’t cry mama, Imma take care of you…I always do right?” once again you could only nod. He thumbed the tear away.

“I need you to cum for me again”

“I don-”

“Yes you can y/n. I can feel you.” your head went farther back into the mattress. 

“Its just so muuucchhh” a pathetic moan leaving you. 

“You said you were my good girl, right? Make me p-proud…ugh f-...make me proud mama…give it to me…oooh just like that pretty…good job…keep cummin’ on me baby” 

There was nothing you could say anymore. He was beating your pussy up so well and attacking your neck to add to the sensation. You tightened up on him, making his thrusts slow. 

“So tight” he’d let your hands go and was concentrating on not nutting inside you. 

“Please cum for me Cam. I need it so bad.” 

“Damn ma dont talk like that” 

“I do daddy. I need you to give it to me”

“I know baby, Imma give it to yo- fuck y/n” him moaning your name cause you too as well. Pulling out, he stroked all his nut out groaning profusely. His body gently fell onto yours as you both caught your breath. You were drifting in and out of sleep.

“y/n”

“Mm no, not again cam please.”

Let out a tired laugh. “No love, we gotta get cleaned up.” his fingers tracing your areola. “You think you can move?” 

You shook your head, swatting his hand away. “No touching” you pouted.

“Sensitive ass” he moved to get up. “Imma start the shower. Stay right here.” 

“Stop playin’ Cameron” you heard him enter the bathroom and start your shower. Coming back into the room, he smiled at your position. Curled up with your pillow, eyes half way open. 

“I didn’t do too much did I?”

“You will not be going on that date come Friday,” he laughed loudly.

“Yes ma’am, now come on"

•••

a/n:some cuties wanted a pt.2 so why not?

[jayvanche]

D.A.T.E

summary: this was just a funny little post I wanted to write based on this tik tok.

wc:1.2

“Babe!” 

“…Baby!” You called from the front door. You usually popped up on him from time to time after he gave you a copy of his key. 

“In the room!” Following his voice you walked in on him laying on the bed watching T.V. He rubbed his eyes looking over at you giving a sleepy smile. 

“You were sleep? My bad” you pouted standing at his room door. Knowing how hard he worked during the week, it made sense. 

He shook his head and reached out for you.”You good boo c’mere” his other hand resting in his sweats. 

Smiling, you almost dived onto the bed and cuddled up next to him. “Must’ve been a long week” you inquired, snuggling into his chest. Your hand comes up to play with his chain. 

“The week was cool up until yesterday. Was busy from opening til close. Barely ate lunch, almost didn’t eat dinner.” He looked at the T.V. and played with the hem of your shirt out of habit. “Slept pretty good though, I took a nap outta boredom foreal” 

You looked up at him, “What you wanna do?” He shrugged going to pick up his phone. “I know you can’t sit still for too long.” 

“Ion know. You got somethin’ in mind” he briefly looked at you turning his attention back to instagram. 

“Nah I was just gonna spend time with you.” He hummed, nodding his head some. Continuing to scroll, he came across a video of a girlfriend making her boyfriend choose between two activities on index cards.

“How come you don’t be taking me on dates?” He looked down at you. Your face twisted a little in confusion. 

“Baby what you mean? I took you out for your birthday” 

“Yeah but like..other than that. I be wantin’ to get treated year round” he looked off feigning offense. Aaron knew you would often fight with him over paying the tab when you felt it was a little high. This was just a test.

Breathing hard you sat up on your hand looking down at your man. “You know what? I agree. Let’s go to that arcade uptown. I heard it’s pretty cool.” he perked up hearing the suggestion. 

“That don’t sound half bad actually. Imma get dressed real quick. Gimme bout 20 minutes” he looked at his phone getting up from the bed. Around the 15 minutes mark, Aaron was already refreshed and ready to go. Your eyes trailed down his body, eyeing the way the all black fit with his gold chain looked on him. 

“You look good papa” getting up to meet him at the door, your hand went to his abdomen getting on your tip toes to reach his cheek. “A little too good” you mumbled walking past him. He heard it and laughed and his palm gently landed on your butt. “Cmon we can take my car”

Aaron looked like a kid at the candy store from the moment he walked into the arcade all the way up to the 2nd hour mark of being there. He bounced from machine to machine, beating you in some and letting you win most. He even battled little kids making them cry before you criticized him. Now it was time to go and grab a bite to eat.

“It’s good boo?” you watched him. He’d downed an appetizer, 2 margaritas and now the entrees had come out and he was going ham. The whole time he vented about his week. The karen that came in tried to return a T.V. that wasn’t even purchased from the company. How the new hire got caught smoking in the bathroom by a customer and offered them a hit. Yes, the customer took it but he still had to terminate him.

“Hell yeah, ain’t been to longhorn in a minute” he took a sip from his drink sucking it down til he hit ice. 

“We came here two weeks ago” you deadpanned.

He paused looking up as if he was thinking. “Too long baby, still too long” proceeding to move through his plate.

“You gone sleep good tonight” you shook your head at him as he called the waitress over for another drink. 

Your dining experience had come to an end and you two were in the car on the way back to his apartment. As you drove, your hand went over to rest on his thigh. He stopped nodding his head to the song playing side eyeing you. 

“Y/n…”

“Yes?” you glanced at him.

“You don’t wanna put both hands on the wheel?”

“Mmm nah, I’m good” your hand begins to rub his thigh. “You enjoy yourself tonight?” you asked eyes on the road.

He nodded, “Yeah, we gone have to go back to that arcade. It was fun.” you hand inching up more and more but his babbling went on and on oblivious at first.

“Yeah I wasn’t a fan of the potatoes either” 

“Next time we should go with Darius and his gir– baby what you doing?” he attention went down to your fingers that just grazed his crotch. 

“What you mean?” 

“I mean you treating me like a thot right now. Drivin’ and feelin’ me up like imma girl or sumn”

 

“Stop playin’ ” you eyed him as you turned into his complex. “You know you gotta come up off that”

He looked at you surprised. “Come up off what?” he laughed a little as you parked in front of his building. 

“That dick boy, whatchu mean?” he laughed in pure bewilderment.

“The hell you mean I gotta come up off– Man wait a minut– bruh–hold on! Treatin’ a nigga like a piece a meat right now” he wrestled with your hands moving up and down his chest. “Unhand me lady”

“Oh you comin’ up off somethin’ tonight” his own hand found his chest as well.

“Is that what this was the whole time?! Oh my Gosh!-- Stop that” he popped your hands that reached his jaw line. “I’m feeling very vulnerable.”

“Good”

“Good?!?” He watched you get out of the car and walk around the car opening his door. “Ain’t this bout a bitch. What is goin’ on?”

“Come on lil daddy” you unbuckled his seat belt and pulled him out the car. Tugging him towards the house. He stumbled a little. 

“This is crazy” he watched you quickly unlock the door to his apartment. “I can’t even get in the house that fast.” coming in and closing the door you started towards the back. 

“Cmon” you motioned with your head in the direction of the bedroom. 

“Mmm I think Imma stay in here actually” he watched you take off your skirt. “This is going pretty fast Oh my–Can we talk about this at least?” he tried to reason backing up as you approached him.  

“We been talking all night” his back hit the door. “Time to pay up” you smiled up at him pulling in his belt.

“This is alot–slow down! What is–I am somebody’s son! You can’t treat me like this!” his statement coming to an end as you pulled him to eye level. 

“Pull that dick out and quit allat yappin” you spoke squinting your eyes. 

Even with the suddenness of it all Aaron complied. “I never knew I was this easy..” he mumbled, unbuckling his belt. 

“Uhuh and hurry it up. Them three Margaritas should’ve kicked in by now.” 

•••

[luvmoody]

OOPS - T.S.

Theodore “Teddy” Spencer x oc (Leilani Mitchell faceclaim: Heather Harris)

Summary: Co-workers who have complicated history are tasked to complete a campaign for their advertising firm, the two try to push past those old feelings, but old habits die hard. This LOOSELY inspired off of the songs OOPS by Emmavie. i’ve linked it below yall should tap in!

a/n: this is my first fic ever! y’all im super excited to share with it! I hope you like it! Pushing for more tyriq in 2026!

content warnings: weed, n-word usage, arguments, will add more if necessary!

w/c: 5.6k (sorry y’all first one is a lengthy one)

“Alright everyone, it’s that time of the year again. New season, new campaign!” Todd, the head of the agency, announces to everyone in the conference room.

Leilani looks around to gauge the reaction of her co-workers. As she pans further to her left, a pair of bluish-green eyes is already on her. As the two make eye contact, the lightskinned boy smirks. His smirk is met with an eye roll as Leilani goes to focus on whatever Todd is going on about.  

“Teddy is the campaign coordinator for this client and project; he will be forming the main team and points of contact for each department,” Todd continues. “Now Teddy, please come up and brief everyone on the client’s vision and main members.” The room begins to clap for the man as he gets to the podium to begin the presentation. 

As Teddy goes through each slide, he finally lands on the creative team. “Leilani Mitchell” is displayed in a large font on the slide deck. The man stares at you, biting back a mischievous smile. 

“He really knows how to fuck with you,” your co-worker Tierra whispers to you. “Tell me about it; it’s whatever chile, let’s just get this over with,” Leilani says with a sigh.

“Everyone working on the summer campaign, stay behind. I would like to go more in-depth about the details of the ideas the client already has and what they want for the new campaign,” Teddy announces to the room. The other employees begin to filter out, leaving Leilani and Tierra, the head of the accounting department for this project, to find seats at the table in the middle of the room. 

“Hey, ‘Lani,” Teddy says with another smirk on his face. “Hello, Teddy,” Leilani says quietly. “Tierra,” Teddy says, feigning annoyance. “Boy, you better hurry up with this, and hello to you too." Tierra rolls her eyes. Teddy shakes his head and brings his focus back to finding the other slide deck for the upcoming meeting. 

Waiting for the meeting to start, Tierra and Leilani begin to talk about the events from the night before. “Girl, what happened to the one guy from the finance firm we collaborated with? It’s like he wanted to be in your skin.” “Oh, Sean? All we did when we parted ways was talk. We danced a little bit, and he drove me home. He has a kid anyway, and I am too young to be playing stepmommy," Leilani replied coolly with a breathy laugh. 

Unbeknownst to the young women, Teddy overheard the conversation. His body tensed up as a feeling of jealousy and sadness crept in. A twinge in the young man’s chest sat next to his heart. 

“Alright y’all, let’s get this meeting started,” Teddy says as he clears the tightness in his throat. Leilani instantly notices the shift in his demeanor and makes a mental note to talk to him about it later. 

Once the meeting was about over, Teddy scanned the room. Deliberately not making eye contact with Leilani. 

“Any questions?” Teddy says after the briefing. He looks around the room at his team members. Seeing none, he replies, “If you all need me, y’all know where my office is.”  

Later

Leilani goes to Teddy’s office to show him some of the mock-ups the creative team had already created. She left a few knocks on his door before he answered with a “come in.”

Opening the door, Leilani makes eye contact with the man and begins to speak, “Hey, I just wanted to show you the concepts we made.” Turning his eye contact away from the young woman and back to his computer screen, he sighs, “You can place it over on that side of the desk; I’ll look at it later.” Teddy cuts her off with the curt response. Leilani, slightly taken aback, replies, “Oh, well, I know you usually like to be walked through our creative process, so I thought we could do it now since I know how you like to chill before lunch.” “Well, things change. I have to finish going through some of these contracts. If I have any questions, I’ll send them to you through Slack.” Teddy states blankly. He still hadn’t made eye contact with Leilani since her initial entrance. 

Kissing her teeth, she responds. “When have you ever even used Slack for real? I thought you liked getting your questions answered and comments out face to face because it promotes “human connectivity,” as you like to call it.” “Since I have other important things to take care of.” The young man finally tears his eyes away from the screen with a stare she couldn’t recognize.

“Is this also not important? You just had us sitting in a meeting, telling us the earlier the better. Now you’re sitting here making some lame ass excuse because I know those contracts are already reviewed.” Leilani finally decides to let her attitude peek its head. 

Teddy just stares at her as a nasty comment is sitting on the tip of his tongue. Leilani continues, not caring if he responds, “I don’t know what changed with your attitude from this morning to now, but, nigga, you’re trippin. We have our tiffs, but we have never let it get in the way of our work.” “So when you figure out what is truly important, you let me know.” She begins to walk out of the tense office when the account manager lets something slip that he instantly regrets. 

“You fuckin’ on finance bros and you're saying my priorities are fucked up.” 

The statement surprises both of them. Leilani stops in her tracks. “What did you say?” Leilani questions, even though she heard every syllable. "I—" “Actually no, fuck that. If you have anything to say to me, Slack one of my assistants; I have my priorities fucked up for the rest of the day.” She walks out of his office, slamming the door. The regret is instant. The 6’5 man begins to sulk.

Over the next week, their once playful work relationship ceased to exist. It became one that only consisted of short updates and bland responses. If the questions didn’t have to be answered by her, they weren’t.

This wasn’t Teddy’s first time dealing with her silence. This time it just hurt more.

Leilani and Teddy had a history only a few in your workplace knew about. Being college sweethearts who turned sour, it was more to them than just a workplace rivalry.

“I ain’t seen Teddy this quiet at a team lunch, ever. I know we say he needs to shut up sometimes, but this is a little spooky.” Tierra says to Leilani as she looks at the menu. Leilani simply shrugs and continues contemplating what to order, not caring about the man’s actions. 

“Dang, Leilani, no witty remarks? I am starting to think he did something to you to cause a shift in both of y’all.” Leilani instantly freezes. Chuckling, Tierra says, “I guess I cracked the code. You know you have to tell me everything after this.” Just as Leilani begins to respond, Teddy rises from his seat at the end of the table to begin addressing the group. 

“I want to thank you all so much for the work we’ve managed to start so far; our clients are already excited to see more from us as we get closer to the campaign’s start date. I also want to thank you all for putting up with my foolishness. I would not want a better team.” Teddy looks around and catches Leilani’s eye in the process. He finishes his short speech with a “Cheers, everyone," and the group applauds as he sits down. “Aw, wait, why did I get a little teary-eyed?” Tierra says, and the table erupts in quiet laughter. Shortly after the interaction, the table goes back to their individual conversations. 

“So are we not going to act like Teddy wasn’t staring into your soul damn near the whole time he was speaking to us?” “Whatever, it’s going to take a whole lot more than him staring to undo what he did.” The two women continue to talk and eat the food they ordered for lunch.

The Next Day

Leilani is in her office getting work done when she gets a knock on her office door. Not taking her focus away from her work, as she was expecting it to be Tierra, she responds, “Girl, it’s open! I know you’re mad that casa girl has your name.” She continues while laughing, “You know I’m gonna call you Titi from now on too.” “You already call me that, though.” Leilani instantly freezes as the deep voice that responds is definitely not Tierra. 

“My personal favorites are Bear and Big Ass Light Bright, though.” Teddy finally says, chuckling. Leilani slowly turns around to see the 6’5 man currently in her office. The man was sporting a sweatshirt from his fraternity. She couldn’t lie even if she wanted to; he looked good, handsome even. “Boy, anyway, what do you need?”

“Okay, two things. One, we have a meeting with the client at 3 pm tomorrow to finalize the creative direction for the campaign.” “You couldn’t have texted me this on Slack, since you love it so much?” Leilani sarcastically responds. “I definitely could have, but since I know you and Tierra get ready to have your girls’ talk time, I didn’t think you would want to hear a Slack notification on your break.” “Nigga, what’s the second thing?” Teddy decides to move closer to her desk as he clears his throat and takes a plastic grocery bag from behind his back. “Here.” Still at a safe distance, being mindful not to crowd her space, he holds the bag out to her. Leilani carefully takes the bag to inspect what’s inside. Her eyes widen, “No way!” Suddenly nervous, Teddy goes on to say, “My Auntie Nita was in a dessert-making mood yesterday, and she made her famous brownies and some of those brown butter cookies. So I asked if it was possible to make her—"Biscoff banana pudding.” The pair says in unison. 

The suddenly shy man rubs the back of his neck as he watches her look at the dessert in awe. “You know she asked about you when I asked her about making it.” “Auntie Nita, That’s my girl! I need to call her; we were supposed to go to the bingo hall together.” “Theo, thank you for this, though, like seriously!” Teddy just watches with a soft smile as she gets up from her desk chair to put her beloved dessert in the mini fridge. 

“You called me Theo,” Teddy says as a smirk finds purchase on his face. As the smirk grows alongside a knowing look, her smile instantly disappears, and embarrassment takes its place.

“It was the pudding; don’t let it go to your head, lil nigga.” Leilani says as she turns toward the boy. Teddy does a once-over of Leilani’s figure. “I missed hearing you say it.” His voice did not have an inch of teasing in it. Just pure softness and honesty. The pair has moved closer to each other now. “You look great in your red, by the way.” Looking down at her sorority sweatshirt and quickly looks back up at him. The sudden vibe shift catches Leilani off guard; fortunately, she quickly recovers. "Uh—thanks, Teddy. You look nice in your black and gold.”

Before Teddy could say anything else, Tierra finally showed up. Leilani released a sigh she didn’t realize she was holding. “Sorry, girl! One of the other clients was trying to go back and forth about their campaign budget,” Tierra says, sounding slightly out of breath. "Oh—am I interrupting something?” “Hey, Tierra!” “No! He was just leaving.” The pair standing before her was separating from each other, saying conflicting things. “Okay, Teddy! Tell Auntie Nita I'll call her. Thank you again.” Leilani gets out as she pushes the boy out of her office.

She closes the door with an accidental slam. “How does Teddy of all people have you frazzled like this? Yeah, you say you’re over it. But I think you’re too far gone, sister.” Tierra tells her friend as she looks down at her phone, preparing to order her lunch. 

As the day winds down and many have gone home for the day, Leilani stays back to finish the last of the pitch deck for the meeting tomorrow. As Teddy is heading out with his belongings, he sees her through the cracked door leading to her office. Teddy automatically softens at her concentrated state. He makes a detour to her office to check on her.

“Damn, you still here?” He says as he makes his way to her. “Preparing for the meeting tomorrow.” “Plus, my nephew is staying with me tonight, so I am trying to pass the time before I gotta go pick him up.” “Oh shit, KaiKai’s coming over? What is he now, 9?” “Yeah, and he won’t let anyone forget it.” The two adults laugh at the fond memories of the young boy. “Is he still playing basketball? I need to go to one of his games.” “Yeah, he had one a couple of weeks ago, and he told me he wanted Uncle Teddy to be there to see his 3-pointer.” “But since I had my priorities so fucked up, the invite slipped my mind.”

The argument the two had played in his mind countless times since it happened. Knowing that his jealousy had poisoned even the most innocent made him feel even worse. “Tell him I won’t make that mistake again; I won’t miss a game or practice if he wants me there.” Teddy is looking into Leilani’s eyes with one of the sincerest expressions she’s seen from him.  

Leilani just sighs and shakes her head. “Will do.” She says simply, going back to inserting each picture and summary into the deck. Before Teddy could sense a mood shift from the girl in front of him, he said, “Also, please tell his Aunt Lani that no matter if I talk or interact with her, no matter how frustrating it gets with us, that I still and will always care deeply for her.” Leilani slowly takes her brown eyes from the screen and connects with his bluish ones. The few seconds long stare-off ends when Teddy reluctantly tears his eyes away from Leilani and heads to his car to go back to his apartment. Left to her own thoughts, she looks at the time and starts slowly gathering her belongings to pick up her nephew. 

Later That Night

Around 1 am the next day, the 28-year-old man is up scrolling on his phone, with random videos on TikTok trying to catch his attention. During his doom scroll, he sees a TikTok reposted by Leilani only 5 mins prior. He smiles to himself as he watches the hope core video that she commented, “me btw”, on. He likes the video and her individual repost to let her know he saw it. He wanted to let her know that he saw her. 

Back at her place, Leilani sits on her balcony with her bonnet on, her designated hoodie for nights like this, and a cute pink joint she saved from a previous session. Her nephew, Kai, had already been fast asleep; her mind and her body wouldn’t let her be great.

As the smoke fills her lungs, the notification comes to her phone: tspence liked your repost. Something took over her to press the notification quicker than necessary. Something tells her to go a step further and like one of his original posts. Seeing his various gym thirst pics and mirror selfies from a night out. She doesn’t know if it’s the weed or the slight breeze outside, but she double-taps the screen. Then taking a long drag from the jay to calm her nerves. Before she puts her phone down to enjoy the view, she receives another ding from her phone. 

Teddy took that as an invite and jumped out of bed, putting something on quickly to get to her apartment as fast as possible. Unabashedly memorizing the shortcuts due to their post-work rendezvous. 

Leilani hears a soft knock on her front door, putting her half-smoked joint in the tray so as not to track the smell into her place. She opens the door to the 6'5" boy now in a much more relaxed outfit than what she saw him in at their job. Hair covered by a black durag that he covered with his favorite camouflage hat, a solid black hoodie, grey sweatpants, and some Crocs. Her eyes crawl up his figure until their eyes meet.

“15 minutes, a personal record,” Leilani says, smirking. “I don’t know, the roads were extra clear tonight.” “Plus, who wants to keep the jay waiting?” Teddy says, trying to sound nonchalant as he walks into the familiar apartment. 

Leilani closes the door softly, careful not to wake up her nephew, who is sleeping in the guest room close by. “I’m out on the balcony,” Leilani directs the boy, who saunters over to the kitchen. “Bet, let me get some plates, and I will meet you out there.

“Boy, plates for wh—" she finally realizes he’s been holding a bag of food. Leilani looks at the bag, then at him, finally taking in the side effects of this new strain her plug had given her. “You know I never come empty-handed,” Teddy says with a smirk. A deep eye roll and a suppressed smile come from Leilani, and she turns away, making her way outside to the balcony, leaving Teddy with his own thoughts.

A few minutes later, the boy slides the glass door open to meet her. “I made sure your fries were fresh; I promise,” Teddy says as he lowers the plate to her as she is reading something on social media.

She looks up, takes the plate of fries and chicken nuggets, her favorite meal to cure the munchies, and mutters a thank you. Before she begins to eat, she speaks up and says, “It’s in the ashtray whenever you’re ready.” "Bet—aww, wait, you’re using the papers I got you.” “Don’t flatter yourself; I ran out of my other ones.” “Sure, ‘Lani.”

Teddy sits down on the outdoor couch next to Leilani. As soon as his back touches the cushion, he slouches into the couch. The many thoughts of their complicated relationship history and the situation from the past two weeks swirl around his head.

He moves to grab the pink joint, bringing it to his lips, grabbing the lighter, and sparking it. He takes a deep inhale, and it instantly calms his nerves. “Damn, ‘Lani, what kind of strain you got?" “I know, right? It’s almost too good.” They both chuckle together as Teddy takes another puff. 

Handing her the joint, he slides a little deeper into his side of the couch. “Nah, whatever strain it is, tell your plug I need some of that.” Leilani looks over the boy’s slouched figure, eating his burger and fries.

She couldn’t help but laugh as the memories of their time during college flooded her mind. She’s reminded of the time they both took their first edible, their young, giggly selves in their own world. Quickly getting back to the present, Leilani says, “Boy, sit up; you’re letting the weed win.” “At this point, I’m going to just let it; I feel so good right now.” Leilani laughs again; this time you can tell she’s even more comfortable than before. 

“Your laugh is so pretty, ‘Lani. It always has been.” The comment catches her off guard. “Remember when I used to tell you that all the time? I want to tell you more often, especially now, but I know I fucked up.”

"Teddy—" “Nah, let me get this off; I don’t know when I will get to do this again.” Teddy slowly sits and turns slightly to the girl, making eye contact with her before tearing his eyes away. He watches from the corner of his eye as Leilani takes a deep inhale from the blunt before he continues. “Your priorities aren’t and have never been fucked up. I was just saying shit because I was jealous.”

“Jealous of what exactly?” Leilani furrows her brows as she begins to realize where the animosity that has been a part of their last two weeks has stemmed from, and she begins to grow frustrated. “You questioned my priorities over a nigga you thought I was fucking with, Teddy? Are you fucking serious right now? I go out for drinks with a nigga one time, and now you’re questioning my morals.” Her anger starts to take over, but the weed is strong enough to keep it at bay. 

“I know it was stupid; I felt bad as soon as I said it. My feelings got in the way, and I apologize.” “You said this thing we had was gonna be no feelings involved, no strings attached.” “And they weren’t at first. But then I think it was the first time we worked together on that artist’s campaign last year, seeing you up close and personal like that, something shifted.” Teddy, still looking into the skyline, lets his words settle in the stiff air. 

“Theodore, look at me,” Leilani says as calmly as she can. Hearing his government name instantly makes his ears and cheeks turn red. He slowly turns his head to make eye contact with the girl who called his name.

“‘Lani, I’m sorry; I genuinely thought I could do the friends with benefits thing; I really did. I thought since time had gone by, that I would have been able to handle it, but then we started doing the domestic shit. Remember when we went to like 3 different Costcos to get the muffins you like? Or when you picked me up from getting my wisdom teeth removed?” Leilani laughs at the memories they made during their year-long arrangement.

“Yeah, I remember,” she softly says. He smiles at her response and begins again, “Going to Kai’s basketball games, picking the best strawberries, and other mundane tasks. It didn’t matter what it was, as long as we did it together.” “When I got just to annoy you at work, anytime I was able to get close to you, I took it. You are a safe and happy place for me.”

“I flew too close to the sun with this thing we have going on, and I ended up burning us both. I repeated the same cycle that broke us up in the first place.” Another anxious silence takes over the two. “Teddy, you hurt me so bad that day; do you know that?” Leilani explained as her emotions were starting to build.

“The fact that just because I could potentially be involved with a nigga other than you, has you insinuating things about me when you know how I move, Teddy?” “I know exactly how you are, Leilani.” “Then you would’ve known that I didn’t even want to be there; I did it for Tierra. Since you were being nosy, did you not hear me tell her in that same room that I didn’t want anything with him anyway?” "I—" “You don’t even have to say it; I already know you didn’t.” 

“Sean is a great guy, but he’s not you, Teddy.” He looks up from playing with the hem of his hoodie to look at her. “Do you know how many times I tried not to go out on that outing with her?” “I gave damn near every good excuse, but nothing worked, so I went.”

Leilani begins to laugh at herself before uttering, “And that whole time all I could think of was you and whatever you were doing. I thought about you and the stupid gifs you sent me while I was out; what corny joke you were going to tell me when we got to the office the next day, and if you wanted to get a sweet treat after work. I think about you all the time, Theo. Even more than I did back in college. I try to be so stoic all the time to not get hurt again, and it never works because no matter how much I get older, that love I felt for you will always feel like the first time.” 

Teddy’s eyes widened at the confession. Both of his hands ran down his face as the revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. This girl who had had his heart since the fall semester of their freshman year of college still felt the same way. And he fucked it up again. “‘Lani, baby—" “Please don’t baby me right now,” Leilani said with a harsh sigh. “The fact that I feel so stupid but still have so much love for you in this moment is fucking me up. You cut me so deep, Teddy. I left work early because I couldn’t stop crying over your stupid ass and your stupid ass comment. That’s how you treat someone you love, Teddy, and you know that. I need to go before you fuck up any more of the high that I have left.” Leilani stands up as she tries to go back inside. 

His hands went to hers as she moved to get off the couch. “‘Lani, please, please wait and listen to me, alright?" Teddy breathed as he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. “Look at me, baby, please. Just for a minute.” Leilani, still fighting an internal battle, finally looked up at the boy who held her. Her eyes held tears that were threatening to spill at any moment. 

Staring at each other, the couple sat in silence. The weed was long forgotten as their high had come and gone like waves. 

“Leilani, you can hate me forever, and I will have to accept it. I understand how much I hurt you, and I am so deeply sorry. You are someone I need in my life until I wither away. I love you so damn much, Leilani Janae Mitchell. My jealousy and immaturity got the best of me, and you never deserved that. I know words can only hold so much, but I am so serious about this, about you, and about us. I am willing to do everything in my power to show you that this will never happen again. I promise.” Tears fall down the boy’s cheek as he pours his heart out to the girl who has been the love of his life since he was 19 years old. 

Seeing him cry opens the floodgates for Leilani’s tears to slowly escape as well. He goes to wipe them off her cheeks, making his heart break even more. Knowing he caused every single tear, frown, and negative thought put a battery in his back. He knew that he had to show her better than he could ever tell her, and he made it his mission to prove to her that he would never make a mistake like this ever again.

He continued to pull her close as they held each other. Her face was in his neck as her tears slowly subsided. Teddy rubbed her back in small circles and periodically kissed her cheek and temple, muttering, “I’m sorry,” and “I love you,” as the high emotions subsided. Noticing her breathing, the boy slowly realized Leilani had fallen asleep. 

“I love you, ‘Lani, my big baby.” He coos softly as he makes sure the joint is fully out before slowly getting up to head back inside. Moving carefully so as not to wake her. He makes the familiar trek to her bedroom and slowly lays her down. As he is about to get up to head to his own bed, she grabs a piece of his shirt. This action stops him in his tracks. 

“Theo, don’t leave me, please.” She says sleepily. 

Teddy instantly stops himself, stunned by what’s happening; he stands still for a moment. Looking down at his shirt, then back at the girl in front of him. 

“‘Lani, are you sure? I can go; my high has worn off, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Teddy said right above a whisper. 

“I really don’t want to be alone tonight,” Leilani said in such a way that felt bare and stripped down. An emotion she doesn’t show to just anyone.

“Okay, let me just clean up everything outside, and I will be right back. Okay?” 

“You promise, Theo?” 

“Yes, baby, I promise.” 

Leilani lets go of his shirt, and he takes the chance to lean over and press soft kisses to her cheek as she begins to wait for his return. As he makes his way outside, he picks up their belongings and the plates they left outside. Trying to be quick to not make the girl wait too much longer. 

Walking back into her room silently, he closes the door softly, making sure not to disturb her as she lies comfortably. He quietly gets into bed, feeling the soft linens consume his body and the silk pillowcases resting at the back of his head. 

“You came back," Leilani yawned. She moved to be closer to Teddy, putting her arms around him and laying her head on his chest.

“Of course I did. I’m never leaving you again.” Teddy whispered, reaffirming it to her and to himself. He kissed the top of her head, currently covered in a bonnet, and wrapped his arms around her, securing her to his side. 

Leilani softly hummed in response as she drifted to sleep. 

The Next Morning

Teddy woke up before her, or so he thought. The two were tangled in each other as the sun peeked through her curtains. He let out a sigh that expressed his contentment with his current situation. He knew there was a conversation about what they were going to do next, but he wanted to enjoy the present and not mess up the future by worrying about it. 

“What are you up there sighing about?” Leilani says. This sudden sentence frightens the boy, as he thought he was alone in his thoughts. 

“‘Lani, damn you know you can’t scare me like that. You were about to take me out of the game with a hard attack.” The pair laughed silently together.

“What were you sighing about? You okay?” The girl asked.

“You.” The boy didn't give the answer much thought, as it was the truth and he didn’t feel the need to hide it. Not anymore. 

Leilani slowly rose from his chest and turned in his arms, facing him. She then sat up, now straddling him as he was still lying down in her bed. 

“Boy, anyway—" 

"Nah, ‘Lani, I’m so for real about us. I love you so much. I told you that last night. So of course you are going to be the first person I think about when I wake up.” The sincerity in his whole being is radiating off of him, and she cannot help but notice. 

She moves down close to his face and kisses him deeply. Her emotions are on display from this action, more than words could ever say. He smiles as they continue kissing; he knows she feels the same way even if she doesn’t say it to him now. He will wait for as long as he has to until she is ready. 

The couple are in their own world, small pecks and caresses shared between them. Maybe a lil too deep.

“Auntie Lani!” She hears her nephew say as he busts into her room. She quickly gets off of Teddy, but it’s too late, as the young boy has already seen them. “Wait, Uncle Teddy, when did you get here?” The older ones look at each other, trying to make something up quickly.

“Uhm, I teleported. I told you I am a superhero!” Teddy tells the boy, trying to sound convincing.

Kai gives him a blank stare, replying, “Uncle Teddy, I am 9 now; you cannot convince me you are a superhero anymore.” Leilani fails to keep it together as she laughs at the interaction. 

“Baby, I thought you were on my side?” Teddy whines. 

“Wait, did you call my auntie 'baby,' like how my momma and daddy do?” Kai begins 

"Wait—" Leilani says

“Daddy owes me and Mommy 20 dollars! By the way, if we don’t get ready in an hour, I will be late for school.” Kai jumps off of his aunt’s bed and runs back into the guest room. Leilani and Teddy watch wordlessly and then turn to each other.

“Bro, they really made a bet on us,” Leilani whined into the boy’s chest, trying to hide from the world. Teddy can’t help but laugh at her reaction. 

“I look at it as supporting from the sideline.” Teddy hummed. He drew circles in her back to soothe her anxiety. 

“Come on, 'Lani, baby, we've got to get up before we’re late to work and Kai’s late to school,” Teddy announced. “Plus whoever gets to work first has to buy the other one breakfast.” 

Leilani sat up quickly as her competitive nature kicked in. She playfully rolled her eyes and began to get off the boy. Before she could fully get off of him, she felt a tap on the soft part of her butt, catching her off guard. 

“I hate you!” Leilani says through her giggles as she runs to her bathroom to get a head start. She was not going to buy that nigga any breakfast if she had a say.

“I love you too!” Teddy says as he slowly gets out of bed, knowing he was going to let her win anyway. 

FIN

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kitti’s gotta warn ya 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁. // ‎ꫂ᭪݁ you can’t run. not from cammie cam ¡ ⋆༝༚༝༚ pretty-strong-۫language ⚞^. .^⚟ .. it’s been a harsh four nights, but cam’s determined & ༘⋆ you’re . . . on edge ! cam’s still a cheater ! ৻ꪆ reader’s realised she might actually be just a little trinket! awwwwwh babes )-: you’re so scared!! unequal emotions. three lives are being affected. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ cameron ˙ᵕ˙ may want a family. 𐔌 a little munchkin! ˗ˏˋ with you! & h.e’s not even dedicated to his future wife. men! am i rite, l.adies?¿ .! “. first rough patch )-: it’s super early, so you know it’s real — he genuinely thinks he’s saying the right thing.

ᦵ .݂ ֯ 𓇮 𝖙𝓱𝓮 cannon did not want children. that’s what he’s told every journalist, every super supporter in his comment section, and mama cade; he did not see himself producing offspring with his beautiful fianceé. ysabelle cade was okay with that, for she too did not want any mini version. children are fragile and loud and expensive and cameron cade’s pretty selfish. but there was an odd, impossible to ignore, twinge at the centre of his gut that had invaded the moment he laid his eyes on you . . . again, cuddled beside the mini creed-taylor.

it’d been only four nights since the celebration . . . and you dreaded the idea of facing life around cameron after that rendezvous. you were gonna say it. that word, and he knew. he’s worked it all over in his head and he was certain. certain that he wasn’t thinking himself loony. and because you didn’t do well around him or ysa’s friend group, you wanted nothing more than for the happenings of that night to be erased. he’s getting married soon, maybe it was time you you went back to pining over him. and he should do the same — minus the pining part, obviously.

but he was . . . starting to actually like you. he couldn’t say it for sure, but he definitely didn’t hate you anymore. he didn’t want to. he didn’t think he would label this new development as feelings, which was a word that held way too much emotional weight, but . . . he felt different. there hadn’t even been a moment where he wanted to dump you off somewhere. the desire to be cruel to you was pretty much gone. only took two sessions and to be apart for four nights!

seemed too easy.

sure, he could still mash you if he tried, but he didn’t want to try anymore. instead, he wants to share a private meal and learn you. everything after high-school. the bits he consciously chose to miss. like, why’d you turn away from finance and go into education? or, did you keep up with his professional stats . . . even for a short while? or, with whom from the past decade would you consider ‘serious’?

and cameron doesn’t even realise he’s staring blankly into space until he’s elbowed in the soft meat of his waist and told that he looks stupid staring into space. adonis reminds his good friend, and former opponent, to remove those sneakers and line ‘em up on the rack. his woman didn’t like tracks around their place and cameron tended to treat every living space like his own. and though cameron knew bianca’s rule, he enjoyed working her nerve.

thinking of b : “mm, was just about to text you two. again.” she’s descending the mahogany stairs, looking between the grown men holding three brown-paper bags each. tonight’s meal. a day-old tradition bianca wanted to incorporate into their lives. she says she misses the inner-circle’s closeness. but in actuality, she was apart of a facebook group that made her feel guilty for not hosting frequent, intimate gatherings to ‘strengthen familial connections’.

with a finger, bianca motions toward the pearly white kitchen, sprinkling droplets. when she touches the bottom, instead of following the guys, she goes for the front door, still wagging water from her hands. she peers through that frosty, opaque opening, wondering if maybe they’d returned with a third and just left her outside? but no. there was no third. bianca twists the lock down and turns on both heels, curls bouncing in her effortless, shaggy high pony.

“cam, where’s ysa? i know you saw my message.” yeah, he did see it. but ysa was . . . she wasn’t feeling it. she was in a mood. and cameron wasn’t in the mood for her mood; no one liked ysa when she got into her little moods. “really? not feelin’ dinner? - i swear we were on the phone like an hour ago, she seemed fine.” well, anything can happen in an hour. everyone knew that. a five minute argument had the power to ruin someone’s entire week.

and while bianca’s unloading a paper bag, something in her spirit does not believe that bleak, weirdly vague excuse. his hesitation was unappreciated and quite concerning, since when he didn’t have donnie’s shoulder to whine on, he had hers. it was almost offensive he wasn’t up for a little blabbering. but she guessed it be best to leave that where it was for now. because no one liked cam when he got into his little moods —

plus, she’d find out when ysa called later tonight. that’s what usually happened anyways. after any and every disagreement, no matter how big or small, cameron left for some fight club forty minutes out to ‘cool off’, and ysa rang bianca . . . slurring over words, finger tangled around the stem of a tall wine glass overflowing with bitter red wine.

“we got’chu next time.” which sounded honest enough. “promise, bia. ‘nd you know i keep my promises.” pssh. bianca’s crunching two paper bags into a gigantic ball, her lips crooked upward, and an expression of yeah fucking right plastered on her face. if he lied to her again, he was liable to get struck by lightning.

“grab those two for me, would’ya?” and he watches bianca stab a wooden spoon over at the center most bit of her and adonis’ living area: lamps, vanilla candles, and ceiling lights set on warm-yellow. the brown curtains, matching the pillows and throw blankets in shade, are swiped back to let the natural deep blue evening sky spill in. “mara’s helping us cook. she would not leave me alone ‘bout it,” with a soft smile.

cameron nods, drumming both hands above the countertop before pushing off and heading around. he tried to hide his uneasiness. you were so cute looking; skipping with your niece in a dress the babiest of pinks, a cone-shaped headdress balancing atop your hair, wand in one hand and wii-stick in the other —

“. . . heey -?” but his voice dies flat when he can feel his cheeks go hot. he decides he’d rather not interrupt, because for the next minute or so, you were the imaginary mother of his imaginary kid.

the cannon did not want children. but if there had been any blessings left for him in this world, he would not mind it. this. just one munchkin. one chunky munchkin that was half yours. he would commit and do the whole parenting thing with you. only if the universe were to ever allow that ending . . . but he would not dare get his hopes high. this situation was a nasty one, he could admit.

it takes thirty seconds for the dance round to come to a bittersweet end. you’re out of breath, posed like you’ve just wrapped up a sold, worldwide pop tour. and amara, she’s in a similar state — the glitter within her purple tutu catching the rainbow lights as she wobbles precariously on her tiptoes. she manages all of two wonky steps before pitching sideways into your thigh, clutching onto you for dear life just before she can face-plant into the carpet.

cameron licks back a chuckle — and the instant amara looks his way, he quickly schools his features, wiping the grin from his face before she can mistake it for mockery. he raised one hand to his mouth, a sign he’s learned as a generic question: you okay, mara?

she rubs her tiny chin, humming and just now remembering that round four required a third dancer. little fingers fluttering and shaping each word in the air: i ‘may’ feel better if you play with me and auntie. they finish at her waist, where she gives an eager wiggle, wearing the sweetest, most hopeful smile ever.

cameron turns to you first and you’re stuck looking at cutie amara, mindlessly twirling a soft curl about one finger, unwilling to meet his face. he wasn't sure whether he was deserving of that. whatever’s happening right now. but he lifts both big hands anyway and goes: finish dinner. okay? bia . . . [searching for the appropriate sign]. waits for you. the girl offers her uncle a good job thumb. then, with one small nod in her auntie’s direction: “and you,” he said.

amara marched up the puffy couch cushions and swiveled over like a superhero. a short-cut, she called it. you didn’t have the luxury of doing such superhero move, so you take the long-way, silly fabric squiggling behind — “i want a minute.”

that’s when you halt and look over your shoulder, puffing out a deep, annoyed sigh. as much as he didn’t want to start anything or make a fuss in your brother’s home, there was no sleeping tonight if he didn’t get what he had on his heart off. “jus’ one. swear.” sounded too familiar and you can recall how that resulted: the l word nearly slipping free.

he promised not to touch you. he promised to stand at arm’s length. and while you’re lapping it over in your mind for the moment, he anxiously awaited your response. but before an answer can be exchanged, adonis claps him on the shoulder. the skin-to-skin strike was loud and must’ve been painful, but cameron didn’t have any sort of reaction. adonis had something cool to show off. something about the world cup. “real quick, real quick,” pulling at cameron’s weight.

upon entering the kitchen, you’re immediately assigned to vegetable dicing and chicken seasoning. “what was that?” bianca wondered, handing over an extra container of oregano and black pepper. “what was what?” but she can see right through your act of cluelessness . . . not enough to put two-and-two together though. she knew that you and cameron grew up constantly bumping heads, so whatever that was could’ve been about anything. literally. anything. tipping each other over the ledge never took a lot.

“just not in front of mara.” who was spooning a huge bowl of jiffy cornbread mix, crown lopsided and cheeks somehow streaked with flour. “i beggg,” while kindly cuffing your arm. of course. of course. never would your niece see you like that. arguing with a man over something so . . . yeah.

as you’re chopping through two fat carrots, you can only think about cameron. the last four nights were bizarre, but it also felt weirdly natural — not normal, but undemanding. missing him felt like . . . it felt right. it felt like you’d returned to planet earth after spending some time in space.

you already liked him, but the want for friendship didn’t scare you anymore. for the first time ever. and obviously, for that to happen, you and cameron would have to stop fucking and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that to end just yet. whatever this was, it was a shitty place. but it wasn’t exactly a horrible place; better than arguing and kicking at the other. just one filled with a lot of frustration and confusion and unfaithfulness . . .

and in order for a casual-friendship to work, you [a]. had to stand up for yourself. this ‘i fucking despise you’ dynamic was so tired. and [b]. you seriously couldn’t have sex with him again . . .

— the real test of character was here. right now. dinner was over and the dishes were stacked away. amara got four more just dance! rounds out of her family and was down for the night. adonis snuggled in the same bed, snoring amongst fairy-lights and glowy stars. and his wife was in a private bathroom, singing to tamar braxton, applying the rest of a charcoal face mask and waiting for ysa to call.

as for cameron . . . he was missing you in that fairytale costume. he’s still at the dining table taking irregular swigs from a longneck bottle of warm beer and watching you gather up your belongings.

he has his bottom lip pulled between his thumb and forefinger in contemplation. he couldn’t remember the last time he’s ever been this anxious — absolutely terrified — to speak to a woman. or the last time panic rattled his entirety at the mere thought of potentially never being able to have a pussy squeezing his cock again. this was torture; to be in your presence and not have you as he wanted you.

“what time you plan on leaving out?” he dropped his fingers from his lips and redirected his weirdly intense gaze elsewhere. he’s assuming that you must’ve found it strange that he’s sat back longer than he also expected. now looking at you: “after . . .” cameron scoots the chair a bit, “. . . i get that conversation.”

guess this was the perfect window.

you’re seeing him begin to stand from the dining table and in what seemed like the longest second of your life, you wanted to unclasp his belt and jump into his arms. it was impossible not to. it was impossible not to want him. to ache for him and hope for him, as you’ve always had . . . “i was going to say it.”

he guessed it was nice to have a confirmation. “hasn’t left my mind.” after countless feeble attempts, it was no use. it was and had to be your body under his. from here on and forever. you’ve made his home life impossible. he can not kiss his fiancée as he used to, because her lips are not your own. he can not hug his fiancée, because her body is not your own. just existing here now, mere feet from you, has his resolute hanging by a thread.

“but, y’know. that’s what happens during sex - we say things we don’t mean,” you blurted. a cheap cop-out. one he couldn’t accept. or embrace. did you seriously think he’d take that?

“it’s been a long, hard coupl’a nights . . . and i’ve . . . i’ve underestimated you.” or rather, he believed he couldn’t fall for the girl he used to pinch and bite following rough, adult sex in a muggy, male locker-room. but that’s what he did.

he wasn’t too worried though. about this here. he knew he could get your legs open again as soon as this madness was all over.

“i’ve tried reaching you- calls. texts. voicemails. that phone broke?” cameron gestures to the device indenting one front pocket. no, it was not broken. nor cracked a smidge. its condition was immaculate actually. you hold a hand over your concealed phone and shake your head, muttering no. “i silenced everything . . . wasn’t ready ‘s’all.” and scared you might’ve spooked him. “but, uhm- i have’to apologise.” not just to him, but to ysa. and adonis. and bianca. and mama cade. and your momma! “i know better.”

woahwoahwoah. cameron catches your arm, careful of the slipping purse. “‘m not mad. ‘ight? i’m not. but- hey. hey- i do think we can try somethin’.” he wanted you more than anything. more than everything. “- i wan’a try something with you.” try? with pupils blown and bigger than the moon. “something that’s more serious- you’d like that, yeah?”

serious like what? secret girlfriend-boyfriend, serious?

“no.” like there could be a serious label after tonight.

“no?” he’s plucked. “you’ve said no more than three words t’me all night.” and for very good reason. “i don’t want that again.” . . . “i showed up ‘cause i miss you.” but also ‘cause he knew ysa wouldn’t be on his arm to bullshit and yank him away. “i cannot think of anyone else.” — cameron releases your arm without even meaning to and paces sloppy circles about the space between the dining area and the living area. a tell-tale sign that he was spiralling and getting ready to crash. “i can’t.”

you swallow thickly, gripping both hips for stability and comfort. seeing the way he moved was making your mind tilt and legs jelly. the nervous energy that warped and buzzed around cameron was spreading and latching onto you. “yeah- i’m not doing this.” fresh air. get outside. fressh airr. out.sidde.

“if not now, then when? huh?” cameron hurried forth, adamant on keeping you from leaving out of that front door.

gulp. “maybe when you feel like havin’ sex with me again,” right as you’re about to snatch back the handle: “oh don’t- don’t you dare do that.” because there was something awful in your voice. and he wasn’t going for it. shit wasn’t fair. “i did not lure you into some - fucked, degrading ass shit -“

“you didn’t have to!” oh crap. that was much louder than what you were going for. but not as loud as the grumbling in your tummy and the thrashing of your upset heart. “you- my gosh- cameron,” said with an enormous sense of wrongness, “you know how i feel- have felt about you for years. years.”

okay, so, yeah. maybe he used that to get over the bridge that night in the locker-room. maybe your feelings made it easier. cameron had always known how to press. and you'd always had a weakness for persistence. cameron’s bedroom-life wasn’t the greatest then and still isn’t now. and yours is and has never existed to begin with. no offense.

making a choked noise, “you knew.”

“. . . i did.” a confession; there was real history here. jacked up, cracked up history. but it was there. “and you knew too.” you couldn't claim surprise. couldn't claim innocence. or victim. the only victim in this case was ysa. he’d gotten you halfway, holding the door open, and the other half had been your own two feet.

“but did you not hear what i just said? . . .” cameron hunched down until he was eye level and cradled the sides of your neck. then gently cupped both of your cute cheeks. “i. want. you.”

but it . . . it doesn’t feel good. this doesn’t feel like love. not from him. not the kind you'd spent all those lonely nights imagining. you've wanted him to choose you for so long, yet now that he was, all you could feel was the mess of how he'd gotten here. there were no butterflies and there were no sparkles and there were no confetti cannons. "i want you to want me - the right way."

the right way? he wasn’t getting it. he wasn’t understanding your opposition. you’ve wanted him for years. fucking years, like you said. since before you could even comprehend what romantic feelings were. all you’ve ever been able to think about was cameron cade. all you’ve ever known to breathe for was cameron cade. and to be chased by him. and to call him yours. and now that he was purposing the idea, you were . . . declining. ???

did he have to leave ysa?

“jus’ . . .” he righted himself and wiped his face with a deep, full-body groan. “jus’ sit down.”

but sitting down was not happening. you’re looking at him with disgust and deep sorrow and neither hear the soft-as-a-mouse footfalls at the staircase — “this . . . is not affection,” barely able to speak over the nausea. “this shit . . . is- it’s messy.” which might’ve been the nicest word to use here. “and you do not want the’real me.”

maybe he believed it was love. maybe he even meant every word. but compared to everything you'd carried for him your entire life, it felt flimsy. what you had, it was forged by time and vexation and disappointment and patience. “i . . . want someone who’ll see me as someone.” . . . it had been easy to give him your body because your heart had belonged to him. but giving him the rest of your life? that was different. that required believing he loved you for reasons that existed before the night in the locker-room. and you didn't.

cameron’s brows fold into themselves and his arms uncross. defeated. “would you please jus’ sit down?”

that . . . was not happening. it couldn’t. another minute spent talking with cameron was another minute you could’ve been home, in the bed, holding a bowl of chopped fruit and the television streaming season four of the big bang theory. “goodnight, cameron.”

and you left without saying anything else.

he should’ve told you that the sex wasn’t to be taken to heart. just something fun, he figured. but having known you his whole life, saying that not only would’ve hurt you —

but it would’ve kept you away . . .

[kynswrldd]

(professional tennis player!teddy spencer x upcoming tennis player!black female reader)

⋆˚꩜｡ authors note: heey yall! i hope yall enjoy this. sorry for being inactive on the writing 😭, give me feedback & if yall like it ill drop chapter two when yall want it (it’s already written 🧍🏿‍♀️). - k 💋

⋆˚꩜｡ contains: coach james showing reader around the facility. teddy being a little cocky with his high-yellow self 😒. but ofc reader ain’t falling for his bs… yet 🤭

⋆˚꩜｡ enemies to lovers trope 🌚, 90% proof read 🧍🏿‍♀️

⋆˚꩜｡ word count: 2,650 :)

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Monday • 5:32 A.M. Los Angeles Tennis Center Los Angeles, California

The California sun hadn’t fully climbed over the hills yet, but the Los Angeles Tennis Center was already awake.

The rhythmic pop of tennis balls echoed across twenty-three immaculate courts, blending with the squeak of sneakers against hard court, the hum of ball machines, and the occasional whistle cutting through the crisp morning air. Coaches barked instructions from behind the baselines while athletic trainers rolled carts stacked with resistance bands, coolers, and foam rollers toward the performance building. Somewhere inside, the scent of fresh coffee drifted through the open lobby as players wandered in with racket bags slung over their shoulders, preparing for another day.

For the athletes who trained here, this wasn’t luxury. It was routine. The world’s best didn’t come here to be comfortable. They came here to win.

Coach James Wright stood on the second-floor balcony overlooking the outdoor courts, a clipboard tucked beneath one arm as he scanned the day’s training schedule. Reading glasses rested low on his nose, though he barely looked through them anymore. After nearly two decades of coaching some of the biggest names in professional tennis, he knew exactly where every player was supposed to be before the ink even dried on the schedule.

A familiar sound cracked through the morning air.

THWACK.

Another serve.

THWACK.

James didn’t have to look toward Court One to know who it was.

“You’re late,” he called, not bothering to raise his voice.

The serving stopped as a tall figure stepped around the baseline, racket spinning lazily in one hand.

“I’ve been here since five.” James finally looked up. Theodore Spencer: Twenty-seven years old, World No. 8, and America’s golden boy.

At six-foot-five, Teddy carried the kind of presence that made people notice him before he ever opened his mouth. Broad shoulders built from years of Division I football filled out his fitted training shirt, while sandy-brown curls, damp with sweat, escaped beneath a backwards white Nike cap.

A few loose strands rested against his forehead, and the California sun caught the sheen of sweat along his neck and forearms—evidence of yet another morning that had started long before everyone else’s.

Coach James knew a good serve when he saw it. “You call those serves?” James asked. A crooked grin tugged at Teddy’s mouth, “I call them aces.”

James snorted. “You would’ve missed three returns against Sinner.”

“I wasn’t playing Sinner.”

“No,” James replied evenly. “You’re playing yourself. Even worse.” The grin disappeared. Good, James preferred him focused and humbled.

Without another word, Teddy returned to the baseline. He bounced the tennis ball three times against the hard court.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

His shoulders relaxed as the routine settled into instinct. He tossed the ball high into the California sky.

THWACK.

The serve kissed the sideline before exploding into the back fence, much better. James scribbled a quick note onto his clipboard before movement near the front entrance caught his attention.

A silver BMW rolled through the security gates and came to a smooth stop outside the main performance building. Right on time. He closed the clipboard with a quiet snap. “Finally.”

You stared through the windshield for a second longer than necessary. The silver lettering stretched across the entrance.

LOS ANGELES TENNIS CENTER

A few months ago, seeing those four words would’ve made you cry. Now… your stomach felt like it was trying to climb into your throat.

Your agent called it the opportunity of a lifetime and ESPN called you the newest American breakout player. Social media had already started throwing around phrases like future Grand Slam champion and the next face of women’s tennis.

You called it… Fucking terrifying. The engine fell silent.

You reached for the rearview mirror out of habit, giving yourself one last once-over. Your knotless bohemian braids had survived the flight from Miami surprisingly well.

A few loose curls framed your face beneath a black Nike visor, your edges still perfectly laid despite traveling across the country. Soft orange blush warmed your cheeks, matching the accents on your training set, while your fresh acrylic nails—short enough for competition but still detailed with tiny chrome designs—wrapped comfortably around the handle of your racket bag.

If you were about to embarrass yourself… at least you’d look good doing it.

Girl… get it together. You’ve played in front of thousands of people. This is just practice. Except… It wasn’t.

This was where Grand Slam champions trained, Olympic medalists, even World No. 1s.

Players whose posters had once covered your bedroom wall… One poster in particular.

You pushed the thought away before climbing out of the BMW, slinging your racket bag over one shoulder.

The California air felt different from Miami’s humid mornings. It carried the scent of sunscreen, freshly cut grass, and hard-court acrylic already beginning to warm beneath the rising sun. Outdoor courts stretched farther than you could count. Clay courts glowed a rich burnt orange in the distance while a glass-walled gym overlooked nearly every practice court on the property.

Players moved from building to building with the quiet confidence of people who’d spent years belonging here. Nobody stared. Nobody whispered. Nobody cared who you were. Here… everyone was elite. You just weren’t sure you belonged yet.

“Welcome to L.A.”

The voice pulled you from your thoughts.

Coach James Wright descended the front steps with an easy smile, extending his hand before you even had the chance to introduce yourself.

“I’ve been looking forward to this.”

You returned the handshake with a smile, “Thank you for having me.”

“No,” he corrected with a smile. “Thank yourself. You earned it.” Some of the tension in your chest eased. Just enough for you to finally breathe.

“Come on,” James said, effortlessly lifting one of your bags before you could protest. “Let’s get you settled.”

You fell into step beside him, taking in every inch of the facility as you passed through the gates. Courts buzzed with early morning practices while trainers hurried between buildings carrying clipboards and coolers.

Somewhere nearby, another ball machine whirred to life. Across the complex, on Court One, a pair of greenish-blue eyes lifted from the opposite baseline.

Who’s that?

Teddy caught only a glimpse. A new player must be.

Long bohemian braids swayed against the back of a black training jacket as she walked beside James, her racket bag hanging effortlessly from one shoulder.

Another prospect.

He looked away before you ever turned around. Doesn’t matter. I’ve got enough on my plate.

He bounced another tennis ball against the court.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The toss felt perfect. The swing felt clean. Yet somehow…

TWANG.

The serve slammed straight into the net.

Coach James led you through the heart of the Los Angeles Tennis Center at an unhurried pace, offering a nod or greeting every few feet as players and staff passed by.

“Morning, Coach.”

“See you at twelve.”

“Need anything from the equipment room?”

He answered everyone by name.

You noticed that immediately. There wasn’t an ounce of intimidation in the way people approached him. Respect, absolutely. But it was the kind that had been earned over years—not demanded.

“I know this place looks overwhelming,” James said, glancing over his shoulder. “Give it two weeks.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Two weeks?” you said looking around at the atmosphere.

“You’ll know where everything is before I do.”

A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, “I seriously doubt that I’m terrible with remembering things at times.”

“So did everyone else.” He pushed open a set of glass doors leading into the main performance building. Cool air rushed over your skin as the sounds of tennis softened behind you.

The lobby was sleek without feeling cold. Framed photographs lined one wall—Grand Slam champions, Olympic medalists, Davis Cup teams—all frozen in moments of triumph. Beneath each photo sat a small engraved plaque with the player’s name and the year they’d trained under Coach James.

Your eyes lingered on a few familiar faces. Some of the greatest players to ever pick up a racket had walked these same halls. Don’t think about that. You’ll psych yourself out.

James noticed where you were looking. “They’re reminders,” he said. “Not expectations.”

You looked at him. “A lot of people come in here thinking they have to live up to everyone on that wall. Wrong mindset.”

“What should it be?”

He smiled, “Be better than you were yesterday.” Simple enough, right?

It sounded exactly like something your dad would’ve said. You nodded to yourself, quietly committing the words to memory.

They continued down a long hallway, passing an open film room where half a dozen players sat silently watching match footage projected across a massive screen. One coach paused the video, rewound a point, then replayed it from three different angles while players scribbled notes into worn notebooks.

“No phones in there during review sessions,” James explained. “You’re here to learn, not scroll on Tiktak.”

You grinned, “Noted.”

The next stop was the recovery wing. Rows of compression boots lined one wall while ice baths sat tucked into tiled alcoves nearby. Athletic trainers moved efficiently between treatment tables, wrapping ankles, stretching hamstrings, checking shoulders, and talking quietly with players about soreness before tomorrow’s sessions.

“You’ll spend almost as much time recovering as you do practicing,” James said. “The younger players usually hate hearing that.”

“I don’t.” You shrugged as you eyed the trainers and equipment.

He glanced at you with his bushy eyebrows raised, “No?”

“My dad used to say recovery was part of training.” James chuckled.

“I think your father and I would’ve gotten along, sounds like a great man.”

The hallway opened into an expansive gym overlooking nearly every outdoor practice court. Floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the space with morning sunlight, revealing rows of squat racks, cable machines, assault bikes, sleds, and Olympic lifting platforms.

Several players were already finishing strength sessions. One woman deadlifted what looked like twice your bodyweight while another balanced on a BOSU ball catching medicine balls from her trainer.

Nobody looked around. Nobody cared who had just walked in. Everyone was too busy becoming better than they had been yesterday.

“I like that,” you murmured.

“What?”

“No one’s trying to impress anybody.”

James folded his arms. “Hell they’re all too busy trying to impress themselves.” The sentence settled somewhere deep in your chest.

Mhm… I think i’ll like it here. As you exited the gym, the unmistakable scent of fresh fruit drifted down the corridor. The smoothie bar.

It buzzed with quiet conversation. Blenders roared behind the counter while players crowded around high-top tables between sessions, protein shakes and breakfast wraps scattered across tabletops beside notebooks and water bottles. It looked more like a trendy café than part of one of the most elite tennis facilities in the country.

“You’ll probably end up living here,” James said.

You laughed, “I practically survived college on smoothies and ramen noodles honestly.”

“Good. Save the cashier the trouble of learning another complicated order.”

“I don’t have a complicated order.”

James gave you a look. “I’ve coached long enough to know that’s never true.” A smile tugged at your lips.

Maybe this place wasn’t going to be as intimidating as you’d convinced yourself.

Outside, another sharp crack echoed through the open doors.

THWACK!

Then another.

THWACK!

You looked toward the outdoor courts almost instinctively. “Who’s still practicing?”

James didn’t even have to check. “Oh that’s probably Teddy.”

The name landed with surprising familiarity. Of course it did.

You’d heard commentators say it for years. You’d watched highlight reels after your own matches in college. You’d watched him win ATP titles from your dorm room at the University of Miami.

Your dad had even paused one of Teddy’s matches once just to point at the television.

“Watch how patient he is before he attacks the point.” You remembered rolling your eyes.

“Dad… I know.”

Now… He was somewhere beyond those doors. Close enough that you could hear every serve.

James noticed your expression “You know who he is?” You scoffed softly as your eyes briefly rolled “I think everybody knows who Teddy Spencer is.”

“Probably. That’s why his head s’big now.” You both chuckled.

Another serve cracked through the air.

CRACK!

Then another.

THWACK!

Then silence.

James glanced at the watch around his wrist. “Looks like he’s finally finished.”

Almost on cue, the locker room door at the opposite end of the hallway swung open.

The deep rumble of laughter carried through the corridor before a few members of the men’s training group filtered inside, talking over one another as they grabbed water bottles from a nearby cooler.

“You hear James brought somebody new in?”

“Yeah.”

“Women’s side.”

“Supposedly she legit.”

“We’ll see.”

Behind them, Teddy Spencer emerged with a towel draped around his shoulders, absently rubbing it across the back of his neck as damp curls escaped beneath his backwards cap. His fitted white training shirt clung to his broad frame after nearly three hours on court, veins still visible along his forearms as he tucked his racket beneath one arm.

He barely looked up. “S’coach around?”

James sighed dramatically as he rubbed over his salt and pepper colored beard. “Unfortunately, i’m still here.”

Teddy’s voice carried just enough for James to hear, “Guess practice ain’t over then.”

James smirked, “Not even close.” Your brown eyes flickered in his direction, but couldn’t see him yet.

A concrete support column stood between you and the hallway where the men’s group had gathered.

But you recognized the voice immediately, Lower than you’d expected— calm and confident.

James motioned for you to follow, “Come on.” He started to walk as his shoes lightly squeaked. You adjusted the strap of your racket bag before stepping after him.

And in just a few more seconds… You were finally going to meet Theodore Spencer.

You adjusted the strap of your racket bag as you followed Coach James farther down the hallway. The chatter from the smoothie bar gradually faded behind you, replaced by the familiar squeak of sneakers against polished concrete, the distant whir of a racket-stringing machine, and the low murmur of conversations spilling out of nearby locker rooms. Every few steps another player passed, offering James an easy nod or greeting before disappearing toward recovery or the weight room.

“You’ll get to know everybody eventually,” James said. “Some faster than others.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” You replied.

“You should.” He replied.

The hallway widened into a corridor lined with framed tournament posters, each commemorating a Grand Slam champion who had trained under James at one point in their career. Your eyes drifted over the names instinctively, but your attention was stolen almost immediately by voices carrying from somewhere around the corner.

“…I’m just saying, if we’re doing sprints again tomorrow, I’m calling OSHA.” A chorus of laughter bounced off the walls.

“You’re soft.”

“Says the one who almost threw up after ladders.”

“Chill I had food poisoning that day.”

“You had two protein shakes.”

Another round of laughter echoed through the corridor. As you rounded the corner behind him, the source of the commotion finally came into view.

Four men stood clustered outside the locker room, each dressed in some variation of Nike training gear with towels slung around their necks and rackets balanced casually against their shoulders. They looked like they’d stepped straight out of an ATP campaign—tall, athletic, exhausted from practice, yet somehow polished enough to end up on magazine covers before lunchtime.

One of them spotted James first, “There he is.”

Another groaned dramatically. “Coach, tell Teddy we’re done for the day.”

James folded his arms. “Teddy… are you done for the day?” A dry voice answered without hesitation, “Man hell no.”

“Then there’s your answer.” James shrugged.

The group laughed while one player shook his head. “Man, you make the rest of us look bad.”

“That’s because y’all are bad, sorry asses.” the same deep voice teased before laughing.

Your eyes followed it before your brain had the chance to stop them. Teddy Spencer in the flesh. Boy was he a sight to see…

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MEGAN THEE STALLION via Instagram | July 20, 2026

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Can I request a Cameron Cade imagine with a black plus size reader where Cameron is the campus plug and her neighbor. The reader has a crush on him but never acts on it until one night she gets back from a bad date and they meet in the hallway and he invites her to come over and smoke to ease her mind ? One thing leads to another and smut ensues 😗👀

thank you so much for the ask!! 🫶🏾 i had so much fun writing this one 😭 this was also my first attempt at writing smut so please give your girl some grace lmaooo 😭😭 i was nervous at first but i actually had wayyy too much fun writing it 🌚 i hope you enjoyyy!! 🤍

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, weed/smoking, language

The Usual Spot

Marching across the parking lot, you were already halfway to your car even before the restaurant doors had even finished closing behind you.

Your heels clicked rapidly against the pavement, purse tucked beneath your arm as you dug through it for your keys with one hand and searched through your recent calls with the other. Whatever dignity you had left could catch up tomorrow. Right now, you wanted to get home, get out of the outfit you’d wasted too much time picking out, and forget the last hour and a half had ever happened.

Your plugs name barely came across your screen before you hit call.

You reached your car just as the line started ringing, yanking the door open and dropping into the driver’s seat with a frustrated huff.

He answered on the third ring.

“Cam, please tell me you’re home.” you desperately whined.

A low chuckle came through the speaker. “You sound stressed, ma. What you need?”

You dropped your head against the headrest, closing your eyes. You didn’t even know where to start.

The awkward silence?

The fact that you’d spent half the night carrying a conversation that clearly should’ve been pronounced dead twenty minutes in?

Or the moment that finally made you grab your purse and walk straight out of the restaurant without bothering to finish your drink?

You sighed heavy into the phone instead, unable to get any words out.

Cameron laughed. “That bad?”

“You have no idea.”

“Aight. Tell me about it when I see you.” You heard movement on his end before he added, “Meet me at our spot.”

Your eyes opened. “Our spot?”

“The hallway, girl.”

Despite having a bad date, the corner of your mouth lifted. “You make it sound like we got some secret location.”

“It is secret. Now hurry up.”

-

Cameron was standing outside his apartment when you rounded the corner, one shoulder resting against the wall as he looked down at his phone.

His head lifted at the sound of your heels against the floor. You watched him straighten up, his eyes raking over your outfit. Taking in the shirt and skirt that hugged every curve that you wanted to show off tonight. The fabric of your skirt clung to your full hips and softened over the curve of your stomach, stopping high enough to leave your thick thighs on display.

You stop infront of him trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. You narrowed your eyes.

Cameron eyes traveled over you once more before they returned to your face. “You look just a stressed as you sounded on the phone.”

“Because I am.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as you sighed, dropping your hard back then looking back at him. “You got what I need?”

“Yeah, but…” he glanced at you again before gesturing his head toward his apartment door. “Come catch a vibe.”

Your brows lifted.

In all the times you’d met Cameron in this hallway, your exchanges had never made it past these four walls.

“With you?”

“Nah, with my other neighbor.” His mouth twitched. “Yes, with me. Come on.”

You followed Cameron inside, your eyes dropping to the way the muscles in his back moved beneath the black T-shirt he wore.

You’d seen him plenty of times before, but following him into his apartment felt different. Stepping out of your heels near the door, you picked them up before letting your eyes wander around the space.

“It looks nice in here.” You hovered awkwardly beside the kitchen island, unsure of where exactly you were supposed to go.

“Appreciate it.” He glanced up briefly before turning his attention to weigh out your usual. It didn’t take long for him to notice you were still standing in the same spot. He nodded toward the couch. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“Oh.” You quickly made your way over, setting your heels beside the couch before sitting down right on the edge.

Cameron looked over again, you could feel his stare before you even met his eyes. “You can relax, ma. I don’t bite.”

The look accompanying his words had you letting out a nervous laugh. “I am relaxed.” His eyes dropped pointedly to the way you were practically perched on the edge of his couch.

With another quiet laugh, you finally slid farther back into the cushions. You crossed one thick thigh over the other, tugging your skirt back into place where it had ridden higher against your hips. You’d managed to make yourself look at least somewhat comfortable.

He made his way over and held the small pack out toward you.“Don’t worry ’bout it. It’s on me.”

You give him a look. “You sure?”

“I said it’s on me, didn’t I?”

A small smile pulled at your lips. “Thank you.”

You slipped it into your purse while Cameron dropped onto the couch beside you, reaching forward for the lighter on the coffee table. You tried not to think too hard about the fact that he’d chosen the spot closest to you.

Cameron sparked the joint before bringing it between his lips. Your attention went to his hands, the veins running along the back of it became more prominent as his fingers curled around the joint.

Then your eyes traveled higher, catching the hollow of his cheeks as he inhaled and the way his jaw flexed before smoke slowly left his lips.

You looked away before he could catch you staring. After another hit, Cameron held it toward you. You reached for it, your fingertips brushing lightly against his.

You brought the joint to your lips before Cameron could notice your reaction, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke settle before slowly breathing it back out.

The two of you passed it between you for a while, the tension that had followed you home from your date gradually beginning to loosen its grip.

Your shoulders relaxed first then your body sank further into the couch. Cameron mirrored you, leaning back besides you and turned his head in your direction.

“So…”

You look over.

“What’s going on with you?”

You passed him the joint. “So this motherfucker begged me to go on a date as if he was gonna make some grand gesture, just for me to walk out on him.”

Cameron laughed, turning toward you. “Nah, you walked out on him?” passing it back to you.

You took the joint from between his fingers, bringing it to your lips. “And I don’t feel bad either.”

“Damn.” Cameron shook his head, still laughing. “What he do?”

“What didn’t he do? “ You inhaled before passing the joint back to him, sinking deeper into the couch as you tried to figure out where to even begin. “He was thirty minutes late.”

His eyebrows shots up. “And you stayed?”

You suck your teeth. “See, don’t piss me off because I already know I should’ve left.”

“Nah.” He chuckled, taking another hit. “I’m just asking.”

You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from smiling. “Anyway. He gets there, barely apologizes, and then spends the entire time talking about himself.”

“Whole time?”

“The. Entire. Time.” You emphasized each word. “His job. His car. Who he knows. How much money he makes. I know this man’s whole five-year plan and he probably couldn’t tell you my last name.”

Cameron laughed again, dropping his head back against the couch. “Hell nah, i’m fucking dead!”

You shook your head. “And then after all that, this nigga tried to kiss me.”

Cameron paused with the joint halfway to his mouth. “Say swear!”

“He did!” You were laughing, the whole thing sounding more ridiculous the higher you got. “I grabbed my purse and left.”

“You foul.”

“I’m foul?” You shoved his shoulder light. “He deserved it.”

“I ain’t say he didn’t.”

“You just called me foul!”

“Both can be true.” He held the joint toward you.

You reached for it, your fingers brushing his again during the exchange.“Shut up.”

Cameron chuckled as you took another hit.

The irritation you’d carried home was slowly becoming easier to laugh about now, helped along by the marijuana moving throughout your body.

You pass the joint back and forth.

With each hit, the tightness in your shoulders disappeared a little more. Your limbs felt heavier against the couch, thoughts moving slower as you reached flow state.

Cameron looked just as gone, his eyes red and low beneath heavy lids as he leaned back beside you. You continued rambling, barely noticing when he had gone quiet.

His attention had started drifting. Your skirt had ridden up higher against your thighs now that you’d gotten comfortable. Cameron’s gaze dropped there before slowly traveling back up. You caught it, and when his eyes met yours again his tongue slowly moved over his bottom lip before taking a hit.

More butterflies.

You looked away first. “I just wanna forget the whole night happened,” you sighed. “Get my mind off it.”

Cameron slowly exhaled the smoke. “I can help with that.”

Your eyes returned to his. “How?”

Instead of answering, he leaned over to place the joint in the ashtray. When he settled back, his hand rested on your thigh.

You eyes dropped towards it.

His thumb moved slowly against the soft flesh there. “You trust me?”

Your heart had started beating faster. “Of course.”

Cameron’s hand slid from your thigh to the side of your neck, gently pulling you closer. “Perfect.” His eyes dropped to your lips. “Cause I wanna make you feel good.”

He leaned in and kissed you.

A soft gasp slipped from you against his lips, caught off guard by the fact that this was actually happening. You’d had a crush on Cameron for longer than you cared to admit, never once finding the courage to act on it. But with his lips moving against yours and his hand still resting firmly at your neck, every doubt you’d ever had about him not feeling the same began to melt away.

His hand slid upward to cup the sides of your face, tilting your head just enough for his lips to leave yours and trail along your jaw.

Your eyes fluttered closed.

He took his time making his way down to your neck, his teeth grazing lightly over your skin before his tongue followed slowly behind. A small whimper escaped from your lips.

Cameron chuckled low against your skin “Been waiting to get my hands on you.”

The confession sent another rush through you as his kisses traveled lower, trailing across your chest while his free hand came up to palm your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt.

You moaned when his fingers found your nipple, pinching gently through the material. Your hands instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders, needing something to hold onto.

“How long have you been waiting?” Your voice barely made it above a whisper.

Cameron pulled back to look at you, he pulled the bottom of your shirt upward, exposing the soft curve of your stomach and the black lace of your bra. “Too long for my liking.”

Something about the way his deep voice carried those words had your thighs pressing together, desperate for anything that might ease the growing ache between them.

His eyes briefly dropped before returning to yours, one corner of his mouth threatening to lift as his index finger hooked beneath the edge of your bra cup tugging it down.

The cool air against your skin made your breath hitch, but it was nothing compared to the way Cameron looked at you. His eyes met yours once more, almost as if giving you one last opportunity to stop him.

You nod once. Barely, enough for him to catch it.

He lowered his head, taking your nipple into his mouth. A sharp hiss slipped between your teeth as your back arched from the couch.

Your hands slid over the back of his head, holding him closer. “I’ve been waiting too,” you confessed, your face scrunching when his teeth tugged at your nipple.

Cameron released it with a soft pop, lifting his eyes to yours. “Oh yeah?” he tugged the other cup of your bra down, giving your other breast the same attention.

“Yes.” The word came out breathier this time. Your head fell back against the couch, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in a useless attempt to hold back a moan.

He didn’t stay there long before making his way back up, grabbing your face in one hand and pulling you into another kiss.

You pulled him closer. Both feet came up onto the couch as you parted your legs, making room for him between them while your hands moved along his neck and over the back of his head.

The kiss grew messier before Cameron finally pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. The both of you breathing heavier as his thumb lightly dragged over your cheek.

“Good,” he murmured, leaning forward to nip at your bottom lip. “So let me take care of you.” He tilted your face toward his, making sure your eyes met.

You blinked slowly up at him, gaze wandering over the features you’d spent so much time admiring from across that hallway. You’d wondered before what his hands would feel like on you. Now that you knew, you wanted them everywhere.

You nodded.

Cameron’s eyebrow lifted. “Tell me.”

The ache between your legs only had gotten worse. “Take care of me,” you whispered.

A low groan left him before his lips crashed back into yours. He kissed you once, twice, before reluctantly pulling away and rising from the couch.

His hands reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it over his head.

Your eyes followed shamelessly. Over the hard lines of his stomach. The muscles stretching across his chest and shoulders. Down again when he stepped closer.

You reached for him, fingertips tracing over his abs before two of them slipped teasingly beneath the waistband of his sweats. You gave it the slightest tug before letting go.

Cameron smirked down at you and without a word, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of you.

Your breath stuttered.

His hands traveled beneath your skirt, pushing it higher until the fabric gathered around your waist. His gaze followed, settling on the sheer tights still covering your legs.

Cameron hooked his fingers into the thin material.

Rip

You gasp as he tore through the center, leaving enough room to reveal the black lace underneath.

“Cameron!” You stared down at the damage. “I just bought these.”

His smirk only deepened, eyes glued to your soaked panties. “I’ll buy you more.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but was cut off when cameron pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. Your body jerked at the unexpected contact, both hands pressing into the couch to steady yourself.

His lips moved to your other thigh and you squirmed.

Cameron took in every reaction he managed to pull from you, and judging by the look on his face, he was enjoying every second of it.

He sat back on his heels, eyes never leaving yours as his thumb began moving slow circles over your clit through the thin lace of your panties.

A whine slipped from your lips, your brows pulling together as your gaze dropped toward his hand.

“Eyes on me, ma.”

The huskiness in his voice had your eyes snapping back to his.

His pupils were blown wide, his attention fixed entirely on your face as he applied just a little more pressure, still refusing to give you anything faster than those slow, deliberate circles.

Your lips parted, another moan escaping. “Cam…” You turned your head to the side, suddenly unable to hold his stare.

Cameron hummed appreciatively. “You sound so pretty.” He rose to his knees just enough to hover over you, bringing himself closer while maintaining that same torturously slow rhythm. “Say it again,” he murmured.

Your breathing grew heavier as his fingers finally hooked beneath the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. His fingers traced slowly through your wet folds, and your hand immediately closed around his arm.

“Cam.” you moaned out again.

His mouth found your ear, teeth grazing lightly against it before his voice dropped to a whisper. “So fucking sexy.” Then he was lowering himself between your thighs again.

One hand kept the lace pulled aside while the other continued teasing you for another few agonizing seconds, drawing out every restless movement beneath him.

His hand moved to your thigh, pushing it higher and opening you further for him. Your breathing had grown noticeably heavier, fingers gripping the couch hard enough for your knuckles to pale.

The anticipation was almost worse than the actual touch.

Cameron was right there. Close enough that you could feel his breath where you wanted his mouth to be, yet he seemed perfectly content taking his time while every nerve in your body screamed for him to stop teasing.

He finally lowered his mouth to you, and you couldn’t help the sound that came out of your mouth. Your eyes widened as you looked down, watching his mouth and tongue work with precision.

Cameron’s eyes fell closed, brows drawing together in concentration, solely on making you feel good. He groaned against you the vibration causing your eyes to roll back at the feeling it sent through your body.

His lips then locked onto your clit, your body instinctively tried to pull away from the sudden intensity.

Cameron fist closed around the fabric of your skirt still bunched at your waist, dragging you firmly toward the edge of the couch until there was nowhere left for you to go.

“Don’t run from me.” he told you before his lips were back on your clit. Your moans we’re uncontrollable as he sucked on you. Your legs were beginning to shake but that didn’t stop him from sliding his index finger into you slowly pumping in and out.

“Oh my gosh cam.” you whine. He was looking at you, his eyes low and heavy. There was this intensity in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine. He watched every change in your expression as he added another finger, taking his time until your body adjusted around his fingers.

Then his fingered curved, hitting that all too familiar spot that had you crying out for him. “Oh shit, right there.” Cameron hummed against you pumping his fingers in and out of you faster while his mouth attacked your clit.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your hips began lifting helplessly from the couch. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” One of your hands found the back of his head, pushing his face more into you as the pressure building inside you became almost unbearable.

“Cam, i’m cumminggg” . Your thighs tightened as the orgasm rushed through you, your entire body trembling beneath him while Cameron refused to let up until you’d ridden out every last second of it.

“Fuck…” you whimpered, slowly sinking back against the couch. He lifted his head, gaze moving between you and the mess you’d made before settling back on your face. His fingers still moving in and out of you. “Look at you.”

You couldn’t even answer.

A satisfied smile tugged at his mouth. “You did so good for me.”

Your body felt completely spent, every breath still uneven as Cameron rose onto his knees and leaned over you. “Can you give me one more?”

You answered with nothing more than a weak whimper.

He leaned closer. “I think you can.” His fingers sped up in you once more. Your brows furrowed.“Please…” You weren’t even sure what you were begging him for anymore. “I know, baby.” His hand came up to hold your face, keeping your attention on him. “Just one more.”

His fingers hooked inside of you, you gasped and your body jerked. “is that your spot” cameron asked, his voice was driving you insane. Your nails were digging into his arms, “yes right there cam don’t stop” you pleaded.

Your head fell back as another moan tore from you, louder than any before it and you didn’t care who might hear. Cameron’s mouth found your neck, kissing and biting along your skin without ever breaking the rhythm of his hand.

Your walls clamp around his fingers, cameron reached your ear. “you’re so close pretty girl, i could feel you.” your legs started shaking again. “give it to me, i want all that shit” his fingers were moving at a relentless pace and you had no choice but to take it.

“i’m gonn-“ The second orgasm tore through you harder than the first, your entire body going rigid before completely falling apart.

Cameron slowed his movements, watching you fall apart from his touch for the second time tonight with an expression that bordered on disbelief. “So fucking perfect,” he murmured.

You went limp against the couch as Cameron’s hands moved slowly over your body, soothing you back down while your breathing gradually returned to normal. “Still with me, ma?”

His voice pulled you from your daze.

You blinked slowly at him before managing a weak thumbs-up.

Cameron chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against yours. You kissed him back lazily, his tongue brushing against yours, the taste of yourself still lingering on his lips.

When he finally pulled away, that familiar smirk was waiting for you. “You still thinking about that date?”

A tired laugh escaped you. “What date?”

THE END. 🍃💕

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Director

Cameron Cade

You're boyfriend Cameron have been booked and busy with his successful NFL career and had been gone away on a business trip with other successful quarterback stars from other football teams to go train with legends like Jalen Hurts, Isaiah white and Tom Brady.

And you where so damn proud of him because you knew that this has been something he always wanted to do since he was a little boy with big dreams and up until now he has achieved so much.

You trusted you're man to come back home to you in one piece, not having no news circulations or rumors how he had a one night stand with his groupies, thristy girls that threw themselves at him or other female celebs.

Cameron was a loyal type of man and proved to you that he was trustworthy through his actions, words and conflicts you both have been going on two years strong and you wouldn't change it for the world.

But the only problem is that you where missing him like crazy and you couldn't stop thinking about him with the way he touched, caressed and most importantly fucked you when it was just the two of you alone at his crib or your place.

You haven't been calling or texting him because you where afraid that you where going to get on his last nerves being too clingy so you decided to keep you're distance and give him some space.

That's just the price of being the girlfriend of the most famous quarterback star in the world and this situation that you where in wasn't noting but preparing you for the future of being Mrs Cade.

As of now you where getting ready for bed you had on Cameron's oversized football jersey on and wore it as a night gown wearing noting underneath but some lace panties.

And it was driving you insane how much his jersey smelled like him with his signature cologne scent you're body was craving him so badly you was sexually frustrated.

And all you could do was lay in bed and think about the insanely sexy man that never fails to haunt you're mind.

Every time you and Cameron got intimate his voice would be low as steel, his dark blue eyes piercing into you as he was pleasuring your body all so well.

"Every inch of you're body belongs to me pretty girl" Cameron would say to you.

And as if your hands had a mind of it's own you place your fingers in between your legs as you pulled your own panties to the side.

You're breath hitched as a soft moan escaped your lips when you started to rub your wet clit in circler motions while thinking about him.

"mmm cameron~" you moaned out breathlessly.

You're eyebrows furrowed and your lips parted as your back was arching off the mattress as you started to rub your soaking clit faster your moans getting a little louder.

Before you could reached you're peak your phone rang besides you which caused you to let out an irritated sigh.

You picked up the cellular device as you're mood shifting from annoyance to excitement in just minutes as you read the ID caller name

"Cammie boo😍💋"

You swiped the green icon button as you where now on face time with the boy you couldn't stop thinking about.

"Hi my pretty princess how are you?" Cameron said smiling all cutely and sweetly at you he was shirtless in bed it looks like he had just gotten out of the shower.

"Hi handsome I'm doing good! I miss you so much" you say in excitement but you where also in embarrassed cause he called you at the most intimate time.

"I miss you too beautiful I can't wait to come back home to you and why do you look so flustered what you over there doing?" Cameron asks genuinely concern on why you sounded so nervous on the phone with him.

"Shit!, Fuck!" You thought to yourself as you was getting super shy and embarrassed as you're phone drops on you're bed.

Before you can come up with a certified lie Cameron caught a glimpse of you're lace panties laying on your bed and that caused him to chuckle deeply and smirk.

"You've been playing with that pretty pussy haven't you baby? Looks like i called you at the right time"

You grabbed your phone hiding your face from the camera feeling so humiliated. "Cam baby I can explain i was just-" but he had caught you off guard with his recommendation he had for you.

"Set up the camera and let me direct you because I've been craving you too pretty girl"

And as you're night of loneliness and neediness turned into a night of bomb ass phone sex with your boyfriend Cameron Cade.

It was only accurate for you until you can get the real deal from him again once he returns home.

A/N: hope y'all enjoy this spicy mini story I can fully admit that I be a needy mess for this fine yellow 🥷😭😭

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