SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ When you enter the Love Island villa as a bombshell, you spark an instant, high-stakes connection with the intense and complicated Rafe Cameron. As you navigate each others web of secrets, messy betrayals, and jealous rivals, you must decide if your undeniable chemistry is a genuine match or just a casualty of the game...
WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, smut, mentions of past relationships, suggestive content, mentions of addiction, circumstantial cheating/infidelity, general LI drama, arguments, mentions of mental health, drinking, more detailed warnings for each individual chapter
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EPISODES
The Deep End (Day 1+2) | tweets
2. Muggy Mornings and Moonlit Pasts (Day 3+4) | tweets
her blaccent gives me the ick so bad… like guys i’ve never been so irritated by someone trying to talk so different than how they actually speak until i heard her…
The poorly built Ikea bed frame creaked with an ugly sound beneath you, as Rafe came up from the headboard after watching you look at yourself in the mirror. He stood behind you, towering and showcasing his large, meticulously perfect biceps.
His forearm looped lazily around your neck, pinning you gently to his chest. a headlock that somehow always appeared during sex with him. Your pulse throbbed against the crook of his elbow while his scent, intoxicating and sexy, curled around enough to drown you. You knew what was about to happen..
“Awe shit, look at us, baby,” he murmured, dragging your eyes to the mirror. His chin brushed your temple. “Fuckin’ art.”
Your breath hitched as your gaze locked onto your reflection—your flushed face snug in the crook of his arm. Your body arched slightly, hips shifting instinctively back against the bulge grinding deliberately between your cheeks. he wasn't even inside you yet. He was just teasing, dragging the head of his cock along your slit, painting you with his precum.
“You see how pretty you are when you’re mine?” he whispered, licking a strip up the shell of your ear. “Gonna let me ruin you right in front of that mirror?”
You whimpered. Your voice, somehow always louder with him, pleaded out: “Please—rafe—I want it .. do it .. put it in.”
His grin stretched, boyish and brutal. “Say it right, baby.”
“Please fuck me,” you breathed, grinding shamelessly against him, feeling your wetness already dripping down your thighs. “Put your cock inside me, Rafe. I want to watch you fuck me.”
He growled lowly, and with one swift tilt of his hips, he lined up, and then he pushed in—splitting you open with that thick cock that always felt one size too big for your cunt. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, spine arching almost inhumanly.
“Oh my God—”
“Yeah, baby,” rafe grunted, voice hoarse with control. “Take it. That’s it. Oh yes fucking tight little pussy .. always so greedy.”
He slid deeper, inch by inch, until his hips kissed roughly against yours, balls heavy against your ass. His arm around your neck tightened just a little, not choking, but holding you exactly where he wanted.
“You see that?” he muttered, nodding at the mirror. “Look how full you are .. stretched around me like a good girl.”
You stared at the mirror, mesmerized. The visual of you—back bowed, mouth slack, your cunt stuffed full of rafe’s cock. He looked so big behind you, all brute strength like a Greek god.
His free hand drifted down your front, palm rough against your belly, then lower, until his fingers circled your clit. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles, watching you react in real time—your thighs shaking, mouth slack, little gasps puffing out like a steamboat. He didn’t blink.
“Tell me what you feel.”
“I .. I feel so full,” you whispered, nearly delirious. “You’re everywhere—I can’t—Oh fuck—”
He chuckled, darkly, enjoying every moment. “You’re gonna feel more.”
Then he started thrusting .. No mercy in it now, just filthy slaps of hips meeting your ass and his cock plunging into you over and over and over again. The mirror trembled in its frame from the rhythm of it. Your hands, sweating and shaking, scrambled for something to grip—his forearm, his wrist—your only anchor as the world narrowed down to his cock, the sweet, harsh pleasure blooming between your legs, and the swollen clit he kept teasing until your legs threatened to go numb.
“You’re gonna come for me like this,” he groaned, “held right here.. watching yourself lose it while I fuck you so stupid.”
You nodded frantically. “Yes—yes, Rafe —fuck— please, please don’t stop—”
Your eyes rolled back briefly, but he growled and forced your gaze back to the mirror. “Uh uh .. keep your eyes open, baby. Watch.”
He flexed the arm around your throat, squeezing just enough to remind you who owned you right now. The image in the glass was nasty—your body shaking, nipples pebbled, mouth open in a breathless 'o', eyes glassy, and his freshly tan body dominating yours. His cock disappeared into your pussy again and again, dragging obscene wet sounds out of you both.
His fingers pressed harder on your clit, and that was it; your orgasm crashed your entire being, ripping through you with a cry so loud you were sure the neighbors knew rafe’s name. Your cunt clenched around him, still milking and begging for more of him.
“Milk my cock, sexy, fuuuuuck ..”
He buried himself deep, then grunted as he followed, spilling inside you with a dirty growl. His hips jerked, thick spurts of cum filling you so full it leaked down your thighs even before he pulled out; cream all over each other. His teeth grazed your shoulder, breath hot.
“Look at the mess we made,” he murmured. “A full-on masterpiece.” You stare at the mirror, cunt twitching around the stretch still inside, cum dripping down your thighs. he watches your gaze and pecks your jaw.“Round two’s gonna be even prettier.”
You had never squirted before, so Nate had made it his mission to be the first one to do so. He was seated in the drivers’ seat of his white pick up truck, seat reclined back, while his large hands grabbed the flesh of your ass. Dress riding up, you held your tits in your hands, as you bounced up and down on his cock. His tempo was unrelenting, teeth gritted as his long cock reached your cervix, a small pain emitting from the intrusion, “Fuck, you’re so fucking small,” he grunted, causing you to whimper. Brown strands fell over his dark, empty eyes, “Could break you in half—right on this fucking big cock. Shit!”
Biting down on your finger, your wide eyes rounded when one of his hands smacked your ass, hard. Letting out a cry, his being hand flew to your throat, making you look down at him, “Shut the fuck up and take it,” he hissed, eyes glinting when he spotted the tears in your eyes, “No one ever made you feel this good before? Huh? Is that it? No one ever make you squirt ‘till your little pussy runs out?”
His dirty words made you frown, a different feeling beginning to tingle in your lower stomach. Muscles clenching, you blinked quickly up at him, trying to push yourself off his cock. At that, he smirked, rising his hips so that you wouldn’t get away—continuing his brutal thrusts, “What? You gonna squirt all over my cock?” He questioned, titling his head. He released your throat for a second, leading you to gasp a large amount of air, “Tell me how much you want it, sweetheart. Don’t run away.”
“Feels—weird,” you whimpered, holding onto his chest, “Don’t—know what’s happening, I think I’m gonna pee—“
He pulled his cock out, interrupting you, before grabbing it with one of his hands and rubbing it up and down your pussy. When his slippery tip making contact with your gushing slit, then up towards your small, abused bud, the balloon in your stomach had popped. Eyes growing wide, you let out a shriek, feeling a new sensation heat up the insides of your cunt. While in the middle of your high, his hand squeezed around your throat, causing your head to fly above the heaven.
Thrashing in his grasp, he held your hips against him, as he chuckled, “Fuuuuck,” he growled out, eyes glued to the way your pussy violently spasmed, “Good fucking girl. Wet that dick, sweetheart.”
“could be torn between two roads and I just can’t decide which one is leading me to hell or paradise.. baby, I can(t) hurt you, sure, but I’m the jealous type..” 🍒
In which you stake your claim on two of the most popular boys on campus 🍒
warnings: 18+ material (MNI), dark! reader, obsession, infatuation, d*ath, mentions of blood, smuttt — MFM threesome, fingering in a public place, choking, spitting, possessiveness, double penetration, jealousy, use of a knife, biting, cussing/swearing, creampie, just filth and a really dirty, fucked up two man 😭
a.n: heed these warnings and strap in boo, that’s all I gotta say 😭 those mf a lil long so have fun. I’ll talk to y’all later 😚
on the jukebox: ‘Jealous Type’ by Doja Cat 🎀
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“I wonder how many girls they sleep with on a daily basis”
Kaylie, your friend muttered under her breath as you both sat in the collegiate cafeteria courtyard outside.
They were friends, best friends actually. Best friends and roommates.
Class clowns and yet managed good grades, jokers and yet acquired the respect of not just students but faculty.
Everybody loved them. Boys hated them because they weren’t them, girls adored them with hopes of being up in the rotation next to sleep in their beds.
You? You didn’t know if you loved or hated them. Them— Rafe Cameron and Cameron Cade. Both over six feet, long and lanky, they actually had a lot to bond over.
Maybe it was because they came from different yet similar walks of life but sat on their high horses. They bypassed a lot of ridicule and obscurity simply because of who they were.
You didn’t know how they did it. It was stupidly impressive and it pissed you off.
It wasn’t hard to spot Rafe and Cameron from where you sat, they were two of the tallest motherfuckers in your undergrad grade.
Cameron cradled a football, occasionally throwing it from one hand to the other. Rafe sported a notebook and wore his backpack that had his lacrosse sticks connected to it.
They conversed, one made a joke and the other laughed loudly, tossing his head back.
“Don’t you ever think about that?” Kaylie asked.
You didn’t have to think, you already knew it.
Both boys weirdly had the same body count of 15, almost like they fucked together. Rafe was a bit more modest about his but he still kept pussy on his arm. Cameron was far more loud and clear about it.
“I bet you I could fuck them. Not just Rafe or Cameron but both of them, y’know?” Kaylie continued to rave as you both stared at the two men.
You ignored the confidence Kaylie shouldn’t have had.
“How when they don’t know who we are? They get around and have groupie campus bitches, I’m sure they fuck on them every night. No use for regular girls like us”
You didn’t mean to sound so jealous or pessimistic. It was a natural thing whenever you saw the boys.
“Chill out, (Y/N), I doubt Rafe and Cameron even do relationships.. but some good dick will go a long way”
“You think so?”
“I’m willing to bet my life, girl”
It was true that the boys weren’t dating the girls but your jealous streak came out every time you saw them, let alone heard their names.
What was it about Rafe Cameron and Cameron Cade?
Maybe it was their charm. Maybe it was their smiles, their laughter, their ways with words that often had you blushing and laughing along with them with that twinkle in your eye.
Probably the fact that they always knew to come to you for questions about the Hiroshima and Nagasaki incidents, the Gettysburg battle, or even something as basic as fucking where Angel Island was on the map compared to Ellis Island.
It was having them so close to you when they looked at you expectantly for answers. It was how excited they got when you helped them paired with a squeeze of your arm or even a full on hug and kiss to your cheek.
You fucking hated it. Hated it because you knew they had that effect on everybody else and were making other people laugh and blush like you— other women.
Your eyes caught the movements of the exact reason your skin crawled. As if on cue, as if in sync.
Sofia and Jasmine approached the men and greeted them with hugs, both of their lanky arms wrapping around their necks. Their bodies swaying to the sides… both Rafe and Cameron’s arms hugged the girls’ waist so low…
Women like them.
“What the fuck do they have that I don’t?”
You just briefly met the girls’ eye contact before turning away, before sighing out of frustration and packing up your things, before standing up and slinging your tote bag over your shoulder.
“Girl, where’re you going? We still have two more chapters to study for” Kaylie’s frown was soft on her gorgeous, nerdy facial features.
“I need to go”
You stomped on your MaryJanes until you exited the courtyard and found the pathway to the library.
You didn’t know it yet but you caught more attention than just the women you’d steadily grown jealous of.
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“For your final project of the semester, I’m putting you fours on a collaborative project and I expect you all to work equally to succeed on a passing grade”
The next day found you sitting in the same library next to Kaylie.
Arms crossed and frozen, your heart racing in your ears.
“I hope you know who want to pair up with because I’m picking your other partners”
You and Kaylie met each other’s eyes, telepathically telling each other this project was a cake walk no matter who you got paired with.
But it was your professor’s next set of words that you couldn’t have predicted even if you put money on it.
“(Y/N) and Kaylie, Rafe and Cameron”
This couldn’t be real. Kaylie looked at you like it wasn’t. Eyes wide, a small gape in her mouth that slowly turned up into a smile. She grinned and quietly cheered, she eyed you hoping you to do the same but all you could do was sit there frozen.
You stared at the tan marble table before you and before you knew it, your peripheral vision saw the boys approaching. They sat their backpacks down and pulled out the chairs, getting situated.
When you looked up, you wanted to vomit.
Two sets of the prettiest eyes you’d ever fucking seen stared between you and Kaylie, their smiles pulled and poking at their dimples.
“Hi girls” Rafe smirked, crossing his arms. You tried to ignore the way his biceps peeked through his cream colored Henley shirt. Or the way the small diamonds in his ears dazzled and complimented his buzz cut.
“H-Hey” you murmured.
“Looks like it’s us four together, huh?” Cameron Cade leaned back in the library chair, mirroring Rafe and also crossing his arms with a smirk.
You finally spared the boys a bold glance only to find Cameron Cade staring you down, a certain fire in his eyes. He was unabashed with his gaze on you, you didn’t miss the way his irises checked you up and down.
It was something about his greenish hazels that made it hard for you to pull away from him. It felt trance like.
“Looks that way” you replied back to him. You opened your mouth to speak but the voice beside you was faster.
“So where are we starting first? Better yet, where should we study outside of class? Not to sound thirsty but my spot is pretty spacious—“
You grimaced at your friend, looking to your left. “Kaylie—“
“What? The library isn’t open on the weekends and who knows how much time we’ll get during the week”
She looked at you and shrugged before turning her attention back to the boys.
The same boys who were suddenly so interested in her suggestion, their bodies leaned in and listening to Kaylie ramble about her off campus apartment.
You put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“I know you don’t mean to sound thirsty but you sound and look it. These boys just sat down, can you chill out?”
Kaylie pushed out another sigh, looking both boys square in the eyes and giving them the biggest, fakest smiles you’d ever seen.
“Can y’all give us a minute? We just gotta straighten something out real fast”
They only nodded, those same smirks still pulled at their lips. Next thing you knew, Kaylie was hauling you up by the arm and dragging you over to a section within the library.
“(Y/N), you must not know what God just blessed us with. You’re not dreaming, okay? I need you to wake up and get on that right with me. Why’re you acting like such a prude?”
You blinked at the woman before you, “Kaylie.. for your sake and mine, I’m going to ignore that word choice—“
“But I’m saying, (Y/N)—“
“But I’m saying too, Kay” you put your hands on her shoulders, looking in her eyes, “men like that can see when we’re coming on too strong. I want that just as bad as you do but we have to ease into it. We can’t look desperate to fuck them”
With the way Kaylie’s nose turned up and the way she shrugged your hands off of her, you’d think you called her all kinds of names and told her to go fuck herself.
“So you’re calling me desperate?”
You frowned, confused. “What— Kaylie, no—“
“You act like you ain’t been wanting to fuck them since we started college, that beating around the bush shit is for little girls, (Y/N), you’re too grown to not know what you want.. I know I do”
Kaylie shrugged again. You watched her become bolder, not to mention physically fixing herself— she fluffed out her boho braids and unbuttoned another button of her shirt, subtly exposing her cleavage.
“I mean, you can wait around all you want to but you said it yourself, they’re not fucking on regular girls like us so why not change that when we have the opportunity? You know what I’m on”
All you could do was stare at Kaylie, who the fuck was this girl? And who was she talking to?
“Say the word, (Y/N), I can have both of them to myself if you don’t want them. I’on see you tryna make plays, what are you willing to do?”
She sauntered off, leaving you standing there and stunned.
When you returned to the table, Kaylie had helped herself to sitting closer to Rafe and Cameron. Your professor had already given out the assignment and provided books.
The boys smiled upon your return, Kaylie only smirked at you. Except it didn’t feel welcoming, it felt like she was rubbing it in your face. You swallowed hard, trying to control your emotions.
She sat in the middle of the boys, you noticed an empty seat next to her. That’s when Rafe stood up, easily towering over you.
“Come sit” he smiled that stupid smile that had his dimples exposed, “we didn’t wanna get started without you, sweetheart”
His hand ghosted over the small of your back, guiding you past him and to your seat directly next to his.
Before you could even sit down, you felt the sneaky hand of Rafe Cameron press at your back fully. You glanced up at him with a soft shock in your eyes.
Slyly, he leaned down, his lips through your hair.. his warm, minty breath so suddenly in your ear and down the side of your face.
“You can always sit in my lap if you want” he murmured “I don’t mind”
When you shivered, Rafe chuckled. His heated gaze met Cameron’s over Kaylie’s, she was too busy going over the project for them to notice.. but you noticed.
It felt like the boys were telepathically communicating, a certain language that’d go over many heads.
At first you didn’t understand it but when you did.. Kaylie’s words rang in your head.
‘What are you willing to do?’
Your decision wasn’t hard.
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“(Y/N), it’s almost quarter after eight, where’s Kaylie?” Your professor quizzically asked as she approached your empty library table.
It was just you sitting there a few days afterwards.
Your phone stayed open with Kaylie’s text chain on the screen, you’d been texting her since yesterday. Nothing, not even a delivered message. You showed your professor.
“She slept at Danielle’s dorm last night and didn’t come back to our apartment so I’m not sure. We’ve been studying like crazy so I’m sure she overslept, didn’t hear her alarm”
Solid. Your professor nodded and walked away, approaching another student table. Behind her walked up the two boys who immediately upped your blood pressure. They even smiled in sync when they saw you.
“Pretty girl” Cameron mumbled as he approached the table, “how are you this morning?”
You prayed the fluster wasn’t obvious.
“Flirting with my girl this early in the morning, Cade? Is bro code not a thing anymore, or what?”
Rafe dropped his backpack beside his chair and sat down with folded arms, a playful look of competitiveness in his blues as he looked at Cameron Cade.
“Jesus” you breathed out a giggle, covering your face, “enough, we have to focus today, guys, okay? Please chill out”
“Yes ma’am” they both said in unison, you rolled your eyes.
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Call it being the scholar you were but you immersed yourself perfectly in your work despite the fact that you had two of your crushes working so closely to you.
But that was soon short lived.
“Hey, (Y/N)” Cameron whispered across from you, “you mind helping me find a book about this project? I’on really know where to look in here”
You didn’t think anything of it. How could you? You nodded.
“Of course, c’mon”
Cameron Cade followed you eagerly, his tallness towered over you as you walked. The expansive library had so many twists and turns to it, so many corners and hooks to get lost. Easy to hide out.
The history section just so happened to be tucked off.
You were so oblivious. Not just to the lewd thoughts of Cameron Cade but the way he looked at you.. but the way he stalked towards you as you bent over to grab at the book he purposefully placed so low to the ground yesterday.
“Mhphm— it’s so stuck back there— got it! Here you go, Cam”
You turned around to find the man just at your back, all he did was smile and pluck the book out of your grasp. He was close to you, if you wanted to kiss him, you could.
“Y’know I never got to ask you but where’s your lil friend at today? Class damn near over and she ain’t show up yet”
Shrugging, leaning against the bookshelf, “I’ve been calling and texting all period, nothing”
Cameron nodded, saying nothing. All he did was look at you.. more like look through you.
It was starting to make your skin crawl and not in the bad way. He suddenly reached above your head and grabbed another book.
“Yeah I hope she’s alright but uh, it doesn’t matter much to us.. that right, Rafe?”
From around the corner, his best friend emerged. He shook his head, eyes drinking you in. “Nah, not much to me.. if anything, we’ve kinda been hoping to get you alone, (Y/N)”
This couldn’t be real life. You had to be dreaming, right?
You finally found your words but your throat was dry. “W-what are you guys talking about?”
Cameron chuckled, “c’mon, pretty girl.. use that head..”
He slick leaned into you to put the book back but caged you into him, both hands on the sides of your head. Cameron Cade had no shame as his lips found your neck.
Heated, wet, splotches to your skin.. your eyes shut pathetically, a low mewl just barely creeping out of you.
“Can’t tell me you haven’t seen the way we look at you.. ‘s been that way since the beginning, princess.. we’ve been wanting you”
Your lips softly gaped open, you stared at Rafe who stood ahead. His blues going darker by the second.
“We? As in you both? Not just one of you?”
That had Cameron pulling back and Rafe stepping forward, nobody said anything. They both surged in and kissed your lips, blood raced in your ears.
Somehow you moved in a slow, sensual tandem kissing Cameron and Rafe at the same time. Soft smacks and heavy breaths.
Both boys occasionally took turns kissing you individually— Rafe taking you by the chin, Cameron a bit rough and grabbing by the neck as he stuck his tongue down your throat.
It was easily the hottest thing you’d ever done in your life.
If that wasn’t the cherry on top, it was—
“Can we touch you, baby?” Rafe mumbled against your lips. He smirked at your soft panic.
“R-Right now? In here? Our class is just out there, someone could walk in on us any moment” you whispered.
Neither of them responded right away, instead one found your neck and the other began kissing you again.
Cameron held your kiss in place with his hand over your throat, the other hand boldly going under your pleated skirt and pushing your panties to the side. Upon finally feeling the promised land, Cameron groaned.
“Fuck… wet as fuck for me, sweetheart..”
The pads of his thumb circled your clit and all over your pussy before pressing at your entrance, surging forward. Not to start moving but to stay there, Cameron’s fingers were thick.
And if that wasn’t worse—
“What about me, huh? This pretty pussy got room for another?” Rafe muttered in your ear, also going up your skirt.
Similarly to Cameron, he sought out your sopping clit, making your back arch. Two equally thick digits encased themselves inside of you.
You felt a deep moan immediately creep up in your throat, ready to tear itself out but your brain recognized your surroundings. You’d be expelled in no time if someone caught this and reported it.
Just as your hand flew to cover your mouth, Cameron Cade was faster. He grabbed it and put it back to your side, he condescendingly shook his head.
“I’on care about all’a that” at the same time, his fingers began pumping, thumb hitting your clit, “i wanna see this face when you cum.. you better be quiet though.. can you do that for us, baby?”
Rafe’s fingers also began thrusting, you could barely fucking think.
All you could do was bite your lip and swallow hard, that hot, white feeling of pleasure creeping up your spine and spreading throughout your body.
“P-please I c-can’t—“
Cameron frowned down at you and instead of slowing down, his fingers fucked you harder.
“No? Fuck you mean no? You must wanna get caught, huh? You hear that, Rafe? She wants somebody to walk in on us stretching her out”
Rafe mirrored Cameron’s frown and much like him, his fingers also sped up. Your eyes rolled back to your head, your buttoned chest heaved.
Disappointment swarmed throughout your chest as you looked in between your crushes.
“Just f-feels so good.. please, I w-won’t be able to shut up. I-I have to—“
An involuntary yelp of a moan almost sounded from the deepest depths of your body but Rafe quickly swallowed it with a kiss. You melted into him easily, kissing him back and submitting to his dominance. It quieted you down for sure.
The only noises present should anybody walk by being that of labored, heavy breathing, and your squelching pussy wrapped around four fingers.
Still kissing you, Rafe looked over at his best friend— the culprit that rubbed your clit a certain way to emit such a noise. Cameron Cade merely smirked and shrugged.
“Stop bein’ so fuckin’ nice to her” Cameron muttered.
But Rafe was too much of a softie, especially with the more he kissed you and after he pulled back to look at you. Swollen pouty lips, lust blown eyes, you just wanted to be good for them.
“‘m gonna cum” you just barely whispered out, “please don’t make me hold it, I’ll be so good, I promise”
His dark blues peered deeply into yours, he nodded, taking in the desperate and pleading look in your eyes that had his cock rock solid.
“I know baby, I know.. it’s okay..”
You turned your head to look at Cameron for what felt like an eternity. It lit a fire within you. You took him by the shirt and kissed him deeply, it felt like he was the hardest to convince.
“I’ll be so good for you, I fuckin’ promise”
Cameron looked at you with a challenge in his greenish hazels, “yeah?” His fingers sped up, “I’ll hear you scream for me later but for now, I just wanna see you cum.. you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, I just wanna see you come apart for me that’s all..”
From the side, Rafe was at your neck, placing the lightest, teasing kisses that was doing everything it needed for you in this moment.
“Yeah c’mon, baby, cum for us.. get my fingers real messy so I can taste you… bet she taste real good, don’t you think, Cam?”
Cameron smirked, “I’m already knowing”
You were surprised you didn’t scream or didn’t black out. Your orgasm slammed into you without notice.
Your legs quivered, hands digging into both Cameron and Rafe’s shirts for some kind of purchase for your release. If anything, your vision was spotty and probably bit on your lip so hard you drew blood.
All you could recall was the snapping and release of your walls, the thrumming feeling that left your body vibrating.
But the looks of the boys said you were in the clear. You watched them slowly, carefully remove their fingers and stick them in their mouths. Their groans soft.
You opened your own mouth to say something but the bell sounded, cutting you off. Whatever message you had in your head was already a thing that the boys picked up on.
They approached you closely and kissed you again, Rafe first, Cameron last.
“Text us your address, let’s finish this tonight, yeah?”
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If the boys knew what was good for them, they’d have pulled out the very driveway they eagerly parked into.
Turning off the car, they exited and approached your off campus apartment. Nightfall was in full effect, the clock struck 8 PM the last time they checked.
They rang your doorbell and waited only a moment before you opened the door. You dressed in a floor long black silk robe, your kinky hair pressed out in big, fluffy curls.
“H-Hi! Hi, come in! Sorry, i was cleaning up a little bit before y’all came but it’s okay, c’mon”
Both men gave each other a look before stepping inside. You were just a little out of breath, a little flustered but nothing out of the ordinary.
When they stepped inside fully, Cameron’s sight caught notice of an extra set of everything. Shoes, a jacket on the chair, a put up purse.
It seemed like the boys had the same thought but you were on them faster. You wrapped your arms around Rafe’s neck, kissing him deeply. You moved over to Cameron and did the same, leaning into him, your acrylic nails brushing over his buzzed head.
“Mhm..” Cameron groaned as his own hands settled on your hips, “sweetheart, hold on—“
“What’s the matter?” You mumbled. You reached out and gently took Rafe by the back of his neck, bringing him in for another hungry kiss, your tongues mingling.
“Where’s your roommate at?” Cameron asked.
“Where’s she been at?” Rafe mumbled.
You waved them off, “oh she’s fine, Kaylie’s out running some errands for the apartment and doing her thing. She’ll be gone for a couple of hours, it’s okay”
Your sentiment didn’t really convince the men fully but it convinced them some. They should’ve listened to their gut.
“So she’s—“
You silenced Cameron’s concerns with a peck and a nibble to his earlobe.
“If you’re worried about her walking in on the both of you stretching my pussy out, then you have nothing to worry about”
You turned to Rafe and began kissing the column of his neck.
“I promise everything’s okay.. just.. please take care’a me..”
Still on Rafe, you single-handedly worked Cameron’s belt loose and opened his pants, surging your hand past his briefs and seeking out his warm, thick cock. Cameron hissed as you began jerking at him, twisting at his base.
“Been thinkin’ of the both of you since this morning.. I came back home afterwards and tried to make myself cum just as hard as y’all did but I couldn’t do it”
You giggled to yourself as you continued with Cameron and kissing on Rafe. With your other hand, you paid Rafe the same attention.
His dick was a bit longer from what you could feel but just as thick and heavy as Cameron’s, it had your heart racing in anticipation.
It took nothing to get both men hard and ready.. if they weren’t already. They moaned and groaned out into the air with no shame. They weren’t afraid to touch you either.
One of them had reached out to untie your robe, grunting at the sight of you naked underneath. Cameron slid a hand behind and grabbed your ass, Rafe slid up and grabbed at your breast.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby” Rafe mumbled hoarsely, squeezing your tit, his thumb brushing over your nipple. He leaned in heatedly and captured your lips.
Cameron Cade was growing jealous right beside you. He gripped your ass hard, one of his fingers dipping in between your folds and finally seeking out your pussy. You whimpered pathetically.
“Enough’a that, c’mere, baby”
Cameron Cade led his kiss tongue first. Wet, messy, sloppy, filthy, and you loved everything about it.
“Ooh somebody’s jealous, huh?” Rafe said with a smirk, “I think I can fuck her better than you, Cade.. probably make her cum harder than this morning in the library”
Cameron pulled away, staring down at you. He covered your hand with his that was still stroking his cock, stroking faster.
“Tell him that’s not possible baby. Tell him the only reason you felt so good this morning was because of me”
The attention was becoming overwhelming in the best way possible, it was what you saw in your dreams. You laughed.
“Come on, boys” you pecked their lips individually, “isn’t it better to be about it instead of talking about it?”
That seemed to activate both men. From the middle of the living room to your bedroom, you were finally stripped naked.
Stripped naked and lying on the bare chest of Cameron Cade who fondled at your breasts without a care in the world, not a teasing bone in his body.
All the while his best friend was between your legs, eating your pussy like his fucking like depended on it.
One hand on Rafe’s head as you rode his face, one hand behind Cameron’s head as he tongued you down.
You opened your eyes and suddenly you were on your knees, mouth full of Cameron Cade. Rafe Cameron was behind you, one hand further mold you into a deep arch and in one swift motion, letting the head of him breach your entrance.
“Oh.. fuck..” Rafe groaned under his breath, “fuck, sweetheart” his hand slapped at your ass.
You had two hands at Cameron’s thick base, you dropped his tip from your mouth, your head falling forward.
“So big..” you muttered, tossing your head over your shoulder to look at Rafe.
“Oh yeah?” Rafe probed, beginning to thrust, his hands at your hips. “Just like that, princess? You ever had someone stretch you out this good?”
You didn’t mean to look Cameron Cade in the eyes but when you did, you were glad you did. Mischief swirled in your irises, your hands still stroking him.
“Never had anybody stretch my pussy this good, baby.. and I don’t think I ever will except you”
You knew what you were doing and it pissed Cameron Cade the fuck off. He growled and took you off of him completely.
“Get her up” Cameron ordered, he stood before Rafe, “gettin’ real sick of her mouth”
Rafe only chuckled and hauled you up in his arms, he guided you back until yours met Cameron’s chest. Your legs dangled in Rafe’s arms, your arms around his neck.
You still had a certain playful expression in your eyes but it was nothing like seeing it disappear as both men had you stationed on their lengths, easing you down and stuffing you full of both of them.
“Oh— oh my fucking— shit!” You cried out, tossing your head back onto Cameron’s shoulder. The man took that opportunity to sling an arm around your front to keep you close.
“Nghh fuck, Rafe, she’s so tight. Could cum like this alone” Cameron grumbled.
It wasn’t long before both men began fucking you. They weren’t nice about it either. Ragged, hard, and fast.
At some point, you began bouncing. Your body jutted, hair all over the place, titties jumping up your chest.
There was a slight burn with accomdating two monstrous lengths inside of you at the same time but you were so wet with slick, it became easier.
“You feel so good, sweetheart..” Rafe murmured in your neck, “bein’ such a good girl for us, ain’t she, Cam? Ain’t that many girls on this campus that can take two of us at the same time”
Cameron chuckled, “nah not many at all… but she’s special.. our girl, our sweet girl— this pussy is special.. made just for us to fuck”
The boys so blown in lust and close to their own orgasms weren’t expecting your next response.
“And you better know it too”
You had Rafe on his back, Cameron behind you, still inside of you. You began riding Rafe Cameron like the world was ending tonight. There was a look of possessiveness in your eyes that was scaring him yet driving him wild.
But it wasn’t just him that needed to know. You reached back to caress Cameron’s head.
“Both of you are mine and mine only.. and it’s not just because I can fit the both of you inside of me, it’s because I said so. We make each other feel so good.. why give that to anyone else, huh?”
You rode Rafe harder, inadvertently riding Cameron harder. The boys groaned loudly.
“I have no plans to give this pussy away which means you can’t give this dick away, do y’all understand me?”
Call it being pussy whipped and close to an orgasm that had the boys nodding their heads vigorously but they nodded.
“Such good boys..” you leaned back and hungrily kissed Cameron before leaning down and kissing Rafe.
You bounced on him, grinding against his pelvis. “Open” you ordered him and grabbing his jaw. The slack opening saw you dribbling a line of spit onto his tongue.
“Where’s mine?” Cameron gruffly asked from behind. You simply smirked, leaned back, and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.
Cameron hesitated none with drawing out a line on your tongue, watching in pure pleasure as you swallowed every bit of it.
Maybe that’s what sent him over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m cumming”
Rafe grabbed at your breasts, “‘m right there too, oh shit—“
Their orgasm triggered your own and when you fell apart, it was much more intense than the first time. The difference being, you got to scream about it.
Your walls squeezed every drop out of poor Rafe and Cameron into your greedy canal, filling you up like you’ve never known. So much that you’d already began leaking.
You didn’t collapse right away, you stayed straddling Rafe, still with him inside of you. Cameron pulled out and laid beside him instead. A post orgasm euphoria coated your body as you looked in between them.
“Better than I’ve ever imagined”
One peck to Rafe, one peck to Cameron.
“After this, we have to promise we’ll be on our best behavior with this project and get it finished” you giggled.
Cameron chuckled, “we can once your load gets lighter, pretty girl. Can’t have you doing all the work. Where is your roommate?”
You laughed again and shook your head, “she’s dead in my bathroom. I killed her before you guys got here”
The boys blinked at you.
“Figured I couldn’t fuck you guys with the smell of her body in here if she died a few days ago, that kind of smell tends to linger”
Call it a coping mechanism but they finally began laughing. A nervous filter behind it, they prayed to every God that you were joking.
You giggled with them, finally getting off of Rafe and grabbing at your robe to dress yourself.
“Don’t laugh, I’m serious! C’mere, I can show you!”
Standing before the audience in your bathroom was very obviously, something heavy wrapped in a blanket. Decorated in a bloody splotches all over, signs of struggle. Placed cramped up in the bathtub.
“Things got a little messy despite me trying to keep it clean but Kaylie she just— she’s been pissing me off lately.. for a long time actually. I should’ve left the bitch a long time ago”
You slithered in between them and also stared. You hugged on Cameron’s arm and played with Rafe’s fingers as you spoke.
“She, um, she got a little too close and showed too much interest in what was mine. Because truthfully, I’ve had dibs on the both of you since I saw you. That was all I needed to do. It was just a matter of getting all of us on the same page. No Jasmine, no Sofia, no Kaylie. Just us.. she asked me what I was willing to do to get you both…”
You snickered, “here we are..”
Horrified was an understatement for Rafe Cameron and Cameron Cade. They stood frozen in fear, fucked, truly fucked.
“It’s something I’ve been trying to work on I swear but I guess sometimes I get jealous”
Summary: It is said, that the brothers had learned to hunt side by side before they had even learned to speak. Together, they were an unstoppable force. A dangerous duo. And right now, their entire focus was on their most recent prey: You.
Warnings: explicit smut, clan swap au, non-con, kidnapping, mmf threesome, body modifications, sex slaves, p in v, oral (f&m receiving), praise kink, possessiveness, abuse of power, power imbalance, teasing, sexual tension, frenum ladder piercing, tongue piercing, prinz albert piercing, consumption of bodily fluids (blood, cum, spit), creampie, pet play, dom/sub, biting, marking
All na‘vi know their story. Of the time when the Omatikaya’s song was silenced.
When the fire came from the mountains and burned what was left of their forest, burned even their last tree of souls and left them with nothing but the ash of grief and the fire of hatred, the Omatikaya had chosen to leave the life they’ve known behind.
They say, the great mother did not hear their crying when the sky-people came to destroy their home. And she closed her eyes when rivers of fire poured through the valleys, burned down their last sanctuary and with it, all the hope that was left. And most importantly, their faith.
The Omatikaya were once proud people, respecting the balance of life and Eywas will. But that was many songs ago.
Now, all na‘vi know their story. They know of their suffering, their pain and their loss. And they know what this had made them become. That Toruk Makto had lead them through these difficult times, whilst their tsahìk spoke words no one had sung before.
She taught the people that Eywa had turned her back on them. That the Great Mother’s silence was not a trial, but a judgment. She would not come to help. She would not come to provide. Not anymore.
But the Omatikaya were not weak. Much like wood to an open flame, their hatred only made them grow stronger.
Soon, the old laws were reshaped, the balance bent until it cracked. They learned to live where nothing else grew. They took from the land of others, took from the people, took more than they could hold in their greedy hands and feed their never ending hunger. Hatred, once a warning emotion, quickly became a weapon. So the Omatikaya endured, but they were no longer what they had been.
They were feared where they had once been welcomed. Remembered where they had once been loved.
And what had once been a peaceful clan, had now become a warning to all.
You remember the stories as they were told to you, quietly, at the edge of the fire, always after the children had been sent away. These were stories meant to teach caution, to strengthen your own faith, like a reminder of what could happen if one were to disrupt the balance and violate eywas rules.
The air reeks of smoke, blood and old ash. The ground beneath you is hard and lifeless, as if even the earth has learned not to come here.
Your mother, the tsahìk, and your father, olo’eyktan of your clan, had been dragged away into Neytiris tent many hours ago and had not returned since then. Worry was gnawing at your very existence as you continue to tug and writhe against the rope binding your hands and feet together, pinning you to a charred down tree. But it’s useless. Aside from the horrible pain of your wrists and ankles being scrubbed raw by the rope, these knots did not budge.
Further away, the people of the Omatikaya moved in hectic, rhythmic circles around a towering fire. Its flames are fed too well, burning bright and hungry, casting warped shadows across their painted bodies. This is not a dance of thanks or mourning. It is a dance of ownership, of victory.
Neytiri, the tsahìk, stands closest to the fire, her silhouette sharp against the flames. Around her neck and wrists hang severed kurus, their tendrils dried and darkened, strung together like trophies.
Your throat tightens and you force yourself to look away. Among your people, to sever a kuru is unthinkable. It is worse than death. And yet they celebrate her, dance around the fire, around the blades she circles in the air. It’s hypnotizing.
Toruk Makto sits apart from the rest, close enough to the fire that its light glints off the metal weapon resting across his knees. You were taught never to touch such things, never to let their poison seep into your hands, your thoughts or your spirit. Metal was forbidden, it was one of Eywas rules. The first and most important one.
And yet, Jakesuli holds them as if they are part of him.
His posture is calm, assured. This is not a leader burdened by duty, but one who has long accepted what he has become. The great shadow of Toruk’s wings loom behind him, his skin scarred from battle.
Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you let your head fall forward until your chin rests against your chest and your braids slip forward to hide your face.
"Eywa ngahu, kìyevame srak nì’aw, slä oe tsun tivìran san oe lu… [Eywa be with me, even if you are silent, for my song still knows your name…]," Your voice trembles when you begin to sing, thin and hoarse from smoke and fear, but it does not break.
You sing on, letting the words trail into one another, softer now, the prayer dissolving into breath as tears swell behind your closed eyes. They spill anyway, tracking down your cheeks and dripping from your chin onto the hard ground below.
You’re so lost in your prayer, that you don’t even realize that you are not alone anymore, until a low, dark chuckle cuts through your voice, silencing you.
"Ah, look brother. A little birdy is singing a song for us."
Your breath catches sharply and you gasp and jerk your head up, braids falling back to reveal your face. Two figures stand before you, one of them tilts his head, studying you with open curiosity. The other smiles, slow and sharp.
"What is it?" the first asks, his voice smooth with amusement as he steps closer. "Are we not the ones you expected to answer your call?"
"Is your song not ours?" The other one continues, mockingly gentle as he crouches until his eyes are level with yours, tilting your head up with his thumb and finger pinching your chin. "You sang it so sweetly. We thought perhaps it was meant for us."
Anger boils hot beneath your skin at his touch. Before fear can stop you, you bare your teeth and snap at his fingers, jaws closing on empty air as he jerks his hand back just in time.
For a heartbeat, there is only the crackle of the fire and loud drums in the distance that sound so far away.
Then he blinks slowly, before he laughs loud enough to make you flinch.
"Oh, look at that!" He says, grinning sharply and his eyes bright with delight. "This one has fire." His laughter is genuine, almost pleased.
"Fire indeed," The other one behind him chuckles, low and approving.
Your heart hammers against your ribs. You draw back as far as the bindings allow, bark pressing painfully into your shoulders, and swallow hard.
"W-Who are you?" you demand, forcing the words past the tightness in your throat. "What do you want?"
The taller one straightens, folding his arms over his chest with an unsettling calm. In the firelight, you can see the markings of an Omatikaya warrior etched into his skin, newer scars layered over old ones, pieces of sharpened bone pieced through his skin, worn like decorations under red paint and black coal.
"Our mother has allowed us to look at our latest prisoners," he explains evenly, as if this was something casual to them. "Before they are sacrificed."
Your stomach drops.
"The others were…" He pauses, searching for the right word, then shrugs. "Less interesting. Nothing worth our attention."
The crouched warrior’s grin widens as his gaze drags over you, lingering far too long. "But you…," he says softly, voice lowering.
He’s purposefully not finishing that sentence, trying to make you uncomfortable, but to you it matters little anyways. You’re too occupied with thinking about what the other one had said earlier.
Mother? But that means…
Your eyes widened as you realized that these two weren’t just anyone. These were not just any warriors of the Omatikaya. They are the sons of Toruk Makto and their gruesome tsahìk. Feared warriors among their clan, brutal and cruel.
You’ve heard of them before.
The elder one is Neteyam. It’s been told, he is as skilled with the bow as his mother. He builds his arrows himself. The heads are carved to break bone and split muscle, dipped into poison to make survival impossible. He knows exactly where to place them so the most damage can be done with a single, precise release. And he could hit a target from any distance, moving through the forest without a sound. Neteyam does not waste shots, he does not miss and he does not need to watch the body fall. You are dead, the moment he aims at you.
The people say, the Sullys eldest hunts palulukan for fun, not for food or glory, but because he can. They say that the great apex predator of the forest, the one even seasoned hunters avoid, knows his scent and turns away from it.
Lo’ak, the younger brother, is another thing entirely.
You’ve heard that he dips his knife in poison too, not ultimately to kill, but to paralyze you. Everyone knew, that Lo’ak took enjoyment from playing with his prey.
But even from a distance, he was just as deadly as his brother. He had been trained by his father in wielding sky people’s weapons from a very young age, metal pressed into his hands as if it were just another toy for a child.
Apparently, he could name a gun without ever seeing it, just from the sound it made when it’s fired. They say he could take one apart blind, fingers moving from memory alone, and then put it back together again without ever opening his eyes.
It’s said, the brothers have learned to hunt side by side before they had even learned to speak.
Where Neteyam ended things with scary precision, Lo’ak made the pain last. One controls, the other destroys. And they don’t need to look at each other to know what the other is about to do.
Together, they were an unstoppable force. A dangerous duo.
And right now, their entire focus was on you.
"Look at her," Lo’ak calls to his brother. He grins, sharp and pleased, and reaches out again to cup your face and trail a thumb along your cheek. His touch is warm and possessive. "She’s so pretty, isn’t she?"
Your breath stutters at his words. Your entire body goes rigid, every instinct screaming at you to pull away, but there is nowhere to go.
"She is," Neteyam agrees softly.
That, somehow, is worse. His voice carries no hunger, no excitement, only quiet certainty, as though he is merely stating a fact.
"I want to play with her first." Lo‘ak whispers, licking his lips. He talks about you as if you aren’t even really here.
Play? Your eyes widen before you can stop them. Horror flashes across your face as you make up all possible scenarios of what his words could indicate in your head, which the brothers notice immediately.
They chuckle, low, amused sounds shared between them like a private joke. Lo’ak’s grin deepens, clearly delighted by your reaction, while Neteyam watches you with an unreadable expression, head tilted slightly, as if committing the moment to memory.
Then Neteyam steps forward. He places a hand on his brother’s shoulder and when Lo’ak glances up at him, he nods once toward the fire. No words. None needed.
Lo’ak clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes like a sulking child denied a toy, but there’s no real resistance in him. He pulls his hand back from your face at last and straightens to his full height.
Before turning away and following Neteyam, he looks at you one more time and winks.
Then, their silhouettes melt back into the firelight, swallowed by shadows, and you’re left staring at the empty space in front of you, heart still pounding hard enough to hurt.
For a brief, fragile moment, you let yourself believe that this was it. That they were just trying to scare you.
Later, when the fire outside has burned down to something lower and steadier, exhaustion finally begins to win.
Your head dips forward once, twice. But each time you jolt awake, forcing your eyes open again. You do not trust sleep here. Still, your body betrays you, muscles trembling from the long strain of fear. You are just slipping again, just for a breath, until you hear footsteps approach.
Immediately, you snap awake.
Two warriors stand in front of you, but not the same brothers from earlier. These ones are much older, their limbs thinner due to the lack of human genes in their blood, heads shaved bare and marked with thick scars that run over scalp and jaw alike. Their faces are hard and unreadable, eyes dull in a way that tells you they did not come to you on their own. Someone had send them.
Your pulse spikes.
Before you can speak, one of them reaches for the bindings at your wrists. Your breath comes fast and shallow as rough fingers work the knots loose. Hands roughly close around your upper arms and haul you to your feet.
You stumble, legs weak, barely able to keep pace as they pull you forward.
No one speaks and you do not dare ask what is happening.
They lead you through the camp, past dying fires and smaller tents. The night is silent, safe for the sound of feet on the dry ground. At the far edge of the clearing stands a tent larger than the rest, looming in the dark.
Your steps slow despite yourself.
Skulls hang from its entrance, some small, some far too large to belong to any Na’vi. Giant teeth are lashed together with sinew, forming crude arches above the doorway. Feathers, bones, bits of metal, decorations pulled straight from a nightmare sway softly in the night breeze, clicking faintly against one another.
The warriors at your side do not hesitate. They roughly shove you inside, past the animal hide that marks the entrance.
You stumble forward, barely catching yourself before falling, and then the flap drops shut behind you.
The first thing you notice is that the tent is warm. Outside, goosebumps had raised on your arms from the cold night air.
But inside, a small fire burns low at its center, casting a soft, flickering glow over furs spread thick across the ground. They’re dyed deep red and black, layered carefully. For a moment, the contrast is disorienting. It almost looks… cozy.
Then you notice the rest.
Skulls arranged along the walls, staring with empty eyes. Bones carved and painted, strung together in careful patterns. Metal chains hang from the high ceiling, catching the firelight when they sway, heavy and cold looking. There is no part of the space untouched by something taken from death.
Your stomach twists.
You take a hesitant step further inside, bare feet sinking into the furs. The tent is silent except for the crackle of the fire and you come to realize that you are alone.
Not for long, though.
The animal hides at the entrance rustle softly, then part, and two figures step inside.
Neteyam enters first.
Firelight rolls over him, catching on the broad plane of his chest, painted deep red. Streaks of grey ash follow the hard lines of his body. His loincloth hangs low on his hips, woven with painstaking precision, the patterns tight and symmetrical to match those of his cummerbund. Everything about him looks intentional and controlled.
His ears twitch and his tail flicks the moment he sees you.
Your eyes immediately catch on the marks littered across his body, bone and carved ornaments lining his torso and arms, heavy but balanced. From one earlobe hangs a thin metal chain, dark feathers threaded through it. It sways gently as he moves, brushing against his braids that are adorned with bones too. His gaze settles on you without surprise, as if he had been expecting this moment.
Lo’ak slips in behind him and the contrast is immediate.
The sides of his head are shaved clean, the rest of his braids pulled back into a low ponytail that is decorated with spines. Two loose braids frame his face, beads carved from bone and bullets clicking softly as he walks. His skin is painted much like his brother’s, red and ash, but where Neteyam’s markings feel ceremonial, Lo’ak’s look careless, almost playful, as if he smeared them on without patience.
Your eyes begin to wander despite yourself.
One of his ears is chipped, but both are lined with piercings too. But they’re are not bone. His are made of steel. You could tell by the way they reflect the firelight. Across his chest hangs a belt of bullets, resting against painted skin, and you wonder if these are part of his decorations too or if these are there to be used.
Your gaze flicks back to Neteyam, who walks with his chin lifted, shoulders squared. He looks like a man meant to be honored and feared.
Lo’ak sways as he follows, grin already pulling at his mouth, eyes bright with amusement, as if this is all just a joke, and a good one at that.
Fear claws its way up your spine.
You retreat instinctively, backing up as far as the tent allows until your calves hit the furs piled near the wall. Your heart hammers, breath coming quick and shallow, eyes darting between them as they move farther inside.
"Welcome, txeptsyip [little flame]," Neteyam says, as though this is a meeting long overdue.
His voice is calm. Pleasant, even. He folds his arms across his chest, rolls his shoulders once as if settling into himself and then looks at you with open interest. You can’t help but shiver as his eyes roll over you body before he holds your stare with warm intensity.
Lo’ak, on the other hand, moves immediately.
He takes two long, quick step toward you, too fast and too close. You flinch, but Neteyam’s hand comes out just as quickly, pressing flat against his brother’s chest. It stops him cold.
Lo’ak clicks his tongue, irritation flashing across his face as he stares back up at Neteyam. He leans back a fraction, shoulders loose, posture anything but obedient, but ultimately stays where he is. When your eyes finally meet his, the scowl melts into a slow, knowing smirk.
"What do you want from me?" you ask immediately, forcing the words out before your courage could fail you.
Neteyam’s gaze sharpens, just slightly. "We’ve come to propose a deal, txeptsyip. [little flame]"
Your brows furrow. "A… deal?"
Lo’ak laughs under his breath, rocking back on his heels like he’s enjoying this far too much, while Neteyam continues, "You have two paths ahead of you."
He lifts one finger.
"You will be sacrificed, like the rest of your clan. No one will mourn or even remember you, and your kuru will adorn my mothers necklace like all the others before you."
You swallow thickly. Then, he lifts a second finger.
"Or," he says evenly, "you can live."
Lo’ak’s grin widens as he adds, "with us."
Your chest tightens as understanding sinks in, and it’s almost nauseating.
"You mean like a prisoner or… a slave," you say quietly, already shaking your head.
Fear trembles through you, yet your hands curl into fists at your sides.
"I’d rather die," you whisper, then louder you say, "I’d rather join the great mother than live like this!"
The brothers laugh at your answer. Not cruelly. It is the kind of laughter that carries disbelief, as though you have said something naïve rather than brave. Embarrassed, your ears fold flatly against your head.
Lo’ak lets out a short breath through his nose then, shaking his head and Neteyam’s mouth curves into a smile as their laughter dies down.
"Slave," he repeats with a chuckle. "That might be the wrong word for it."
Lo’ak moves then, but this time, his brother doesn’t stop him. You suck in a sharp breath as he begins to circle you, feet soundless on the furs, his presence pressing in from behind, from the side. You track him with your eyes until he slips out of view, until you feel him more than see him.
"You think in extremes," he murmurs. "You forget there are other ways to belong."
Lo‘aks hand reaches out and a finger gently traces the curve of your spine, making you jump.
"You would have everything you could dream of," Neteyam continues, eyes sharp as they watch your face for any kind of reaction. "No more hunger. No more running from the vrrteps [demons]."
He steps in closer, voice lowering, almost intimate. "You would be protected. No one would touch you without our say. No one would take from you ever again."
Truthfully, he made it sound like safety. As if this was an act of kindness.
And for a brief, dangerous moment, your body betrays you, because it remembers what it is like to be cold, to be hungry, to sleep with fear curled tight in your chest. It remembers empty days and long nights and prayers whispered to eywa for protection.
The brothers see the hesitation flicker in your eyes.
Lo’ak smiles immediately. "See?" he says from behind you, his voice much closer than before. "You’re thinking about it."
You do. But deep down you know, everything they offer comes with an unspoken price. May that be obedience, gratitude or something else. A life wrapped in comfort, yes, but lived on your knees. Fed by the very poison Eywa forbade.
Before you could pull back, Lo’ak reaches for your hand.
His grip closes tight around your wrist, firm enough that you know fighting it would be useless. Your breath stutters, but you do not give him the satisfaction of struggling. He tugs once, guiding you toward the center of the tent.
The furs beneath your feet are impossibly soft, thick and warm. You’re so tired, only kept awake by adrenaline and fear, you knew you’d melt into them the moment you were allowed to rest on them.
Lo’ak releases your hand only once you are where they want you, fingers lingering just a moment too long. He grins at your tension, at the way your shoulders are drawn tight, your jaw clenched like it is the only thing holding you together.
"You would be no slave, txeptsyip, [little flame]" Neteyam says quietly.
He steps closer now, finally closing the distance he had allowed you. He stops at your other side, not touching, but near enough that you could feel the heat rolling off him.
"You would just be…," he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "ours."
There’s warmth on your backside too, and you gasp softly when you turn your head and find Lo‘ak this close to you. He leans down, until his lips nearly touch the lobe of your ear.
"Ours to kiss. Ours to touch…", something warm and wet touches your ear, before you realize that’s his tongue teasing your lobe, "and ours to fuck."
Goosebumps raise all over your skin at his words.
Their bodies radiate heat, caging you in, and for the first time since they‘ve entered the tent, you understand something with sick clarity.
They are not trying to frighten you. They are trying to persuade you.
"No," you say, breath shallow but voice firm. "I can’t— I won’t!"
Neteyam’s expression doesn’t harden. If anything, it softens.
Lo’ak’s fingers brush your hip— barely there, a featherlight touch meant more to distract than to claim. It’s infuriating how gentle it is. He’s not brutally grabbing you, how you expected them to. Not forcing. Just enough to make you aware of where you are. Of who stands behind you.
Neteyam steps closer then, close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. He lifts his hands and carefully cups your face in them, thumbs resting beneath your cheekbones.
"We’d take good care of you," Neteyam tells you, voice calm, almost reasonable. "We protect what is ours."
"And we never let it go," Lo‘ak adds, his smile sinister.
Your heart hammers painfully against your ribs. Every instinct screams at you to pull away, to bite and fight them. But another part of you, traitorous and tired, feels the pull of their attention. The certainty with which they speak, as though the world outside this tent no longer exists and it’s just the three of you.
"If you need proof of this," Neteyam says, tongue flicking over his bottom lip, "then we can show you."
The words are barely spoken before the space between you disappears. He leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away— time you do not take. His forehead brushes yours first, breath warm against your lips, and then his mouth meets yours in a way that steals the very air from your lungs.
The kiss is firm, claiming and unyielding, but also controlled. Like everything else about him. The world narrows to the press of his mouth, the heat of his hands still cradling your face and his tongue as his slips between your lips. A small, helpless sound escapes you before you can stop it, but Neteyam greedily swallows it down.
Behind you, Lo’ak inhales sharply, a sound that borders on a groan. As if he were the one kissing you, sucking on your tongue, tasting your salvia.
"We’re gonna show you just how good you would have it with us," he murmured into your ear. "Belonging to us is a privilege not many have been allowed to."
Your pulse is racing. Your thoughts are tangled.
Lo’aks hands are still at your hips, squeezing soft flesh before they wander up higher, cupping your breasts. They’re so big and warm, and you feel each little scar on his skin as they impatiently rip away your top. Your too busy meeting Neteyam eager lips to do something against this, so you just gasp into the kiss when Lo‘ak begins to tease your nipples, rolls them between his fingers until they turn into hard pebbles.
"Mmmh, these would look so good pierced," he purrs lowly, kissing your shoulder and letting his canine rake over the nape of your neck. "I will put my mark on them soon, txeptsyip [little flame]."
As Lo‘ak kneads your breasts in his hands, Neteyam’s slowly move from cupping your face to squeezing your hips, gliding over your backside.
You don’t know who’s doing what or where anymore, but your limbs are becoming unstable and weak as both pair of hands explore your body. Heat was quickly spreading through your core, slithering deep in a place where you suddenly began to crave them.
Their low hums vibrated against your skin, surrounding you like a subtle lullaby. They were slowly caging you in between their bodies, more and more, until you began to squirm.
Sucked into an abyss of sensations, your head began to swim, until you were unable to focus on anything else besides their lips and hands all over you. All you could see, hear and smell was them. You were swallowed between them like a trapped bird.
Finally breaking the kiss with a gasp, your head falls back against Lo’aks broad chest as Neteyams hand sneaks it’s way lower and between your thighs. He cups your sex, feeling for how wet you are and then slides his fingers between your folds.
"You are very wet here," he groans, his finger rolling your clit easily with how slippery it was. Then he slides it lower, before he slips his finger into you in one, harsh thrust that makes you gasp. "But you are soaking here."
Your inner walls are clenching down around the single digit Neteyam thrusts into you, curling it slightly until you can’t hold back a long, drawn out moan.
"I want a taste," Lo‘ak says to his brother, his voice urgent and commanding. For a moment you fear they will start fighting over you, but then the older one slips his hand free from your loincloth and you pant heavily at the sudden loss.
It’s not for long, though, because he then spins you around so you’re facing Lo‘ak.
They work as one, starting to undress you by pulling down your loincloth and coverings. Neteyam settles himself down onto the furs first, maneuvering you so your head rests comfortably on his lap and spreading your thighs wide enough for his brother to settle himself between them.
His hands and lips are everywhere, kissing your cheek, nibbling at your earlobe, hands stroking your hair, as you watch Lo‘ak sink down to his knees.
The grin on his face is sharp and dangerous and you swallow to wet your dry throat. Raw nerves make your limbs shake, and you want to close your legs to hide yourself from them, but Lo‘ak does not allow it.
His hands glide along the inside of your thighs, keeping them apart. He kisses you there, kisses your navel and mound too. Kisses the inside of your knee as he drapes your legs over his wide shoulders. His teeth tease your skin, and when he bites into the softness of your inner thigh, you yelp in pain.
Neteyam keeps you pinned when you try to wriggle free, as if the pain had somehow managed to bring back the rational thinking part of you, the one that made you realize that this was wrong, so very wrong.
Your hands claw at Neteyam’s arms, but he coos softly into your ear, "shh, you will be fine. My brother is just teasing. We would never hurt you."
"That is, if you’re being a good girl," Lo‘ak adds from between your legs, licking the bite marks that are slowly turning purplish on your blue skin. Your tail thrashes against the furs, your chest rapidly raising and falling.
Behind you, Neteyam’s chest vibrates with a dark chuckle. You want to protest, want to tell them that you are neither their slave nor their pet, and that you would never be good for them. But then Lo‘ak grins and sticks out his tongue, ready to lick you there, yet is stopped short by the sound of your sharp gasp.
There, in the middle of his tongue, sits a small bead of steel. It reflects the light of the fire nearby, shiny and wet with spit, and your whole body goes rigid at the thought of it touching you.
"Kehe [no]— wait," you nearly choke on your own words with how hastily your force them out, "you— you can’t, it is forbidden to touch metal!"
Both brothers laugh softly at your words, neither of them giving you the impression that they were taking your pleas seriously. Instead, Lo‘ak just grins at you, his face continuing to lower until you feel his warm breath on your cunt.
"Oh baby, trust me. You want that metal to touch you," he murmurs.
"But…t-the great mother will—"
"There’s no great mother here, no eywa. Just us," Neteyam silenced you. "But you will learn to worship us all the same."
And before you could say another word, that metal is pressed harshly against your clit. The sensation of it is like no other.
"O-Oh!"
Truthfully, you expected it to be cold at first, but the steel is warmed up from sitting snugly against his tongue. It glides against your clit, rolls over and around it as Lo’ak expertly moves his tongue, and your back arches off the furs with how good it feels.
"See?" Neteyam chuckles. "We knew you would like it."
You’re so lost in the moment, you don’t even realize how hard your pressing your nails into Neteyam’s forearms, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He’s just holding you, rubbing his nose along your temple, breathing in your moans and whimpers as his brother feasts on you.
Puckering his lips, Lo‘ak sucks your clit into his mouth until your thighs begin to shake from how quick you were approaching your orgasm.
"I can feel you shaking, txeptsyip [little flame]," Neteyam whispers in your ear. "You’re being such a good girl for him. Yes, keep spreading those pretty legs."
More moans where spilling free as Lo‘ak circled your clit with his piercing, before sliding it down and fucking you with his tongue. Between your thighs he was moaning, slurping up your arousal without care for how filthy he sounded. The more you spread your legs, the more he was pushing his face against your cunt, hungry for more.
It was mind blowing how skilled he was with his tongue. You had never experienced anything like this, and it almost made you forget about the circumstances that lead you here.
"If you want to come, you can just let it go," the brother behind you murmured with a soft chuckle. He was rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and a finger, lightly pinching and tugging to egg you on.
"When you are ours, we will make you come as many times as you want to," he explains, almost casually. "As many times as you deserve, txeptsyip [little flame]."
His words made you feel dizzy.
They were planning to keep you for their pleasure, but that did not mean your own would come short. They made that much clear.
Aware of every new twitch and shudder, Lo’ak was adjusting the patterns of his tongue accordingly, until you couldn’t take it anymore.
"I- I think I’m gonna come," you managed to force the words out between quick breaths.
A low, throaty groan that nearly sounded like a growl broke free from Lo’aks mouth at the sound of that.
"Do it," he growled, barely lifting his lips enough to detach from your clit. "Come for me, c‘mon. Let me taste it."
It was heat against heat, hot mouth against hotter skin. His sharp tongue flicks over your clit a final time, metal hard and hot against it, and then you break into a thousand pieces.
Neteyam holds you as you come, sucking marks into your throat and shoulder, while you claw at his arms hard enough to draw blood. He groans with you, enjoying the pain that your pleasure inflicts on him.
You breath in shallow pants as you come down from your high, suddenly feeling entirely too hot under your skin. But there is barely time for you to process what had just happened.
Quickly, too quick for your liking, Lo‘ak grabs your wrists and pulls you away from his brothers lap.
The grin on his face is a mean one, with the lower half of his face still glistening in your arousal, ash and paint smeared so the pretty blue color of his skin was now shining through.
Your brain isn’t even functioning properly yet again, when the younger brother pulls you into a dirty kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue, swirling the tiny metal ball around your mouth and teasing your lips with it. He releases you only when you think you might suffocate because he leaves you no air to breath, and you gasp when he finally does.
"If you already enjoyed this small piece of metal," Lo‘ak says lowly, grabs your shoulders and slowly turns you over so your head was now resting on his lap while Neteyam settled between your thighs. "Just wait until you find out what my brother will do to do."
Blinking a few times, you stare up at the other brother with wide eyes. Your first instinct is to close your legs and sit up, but Lo‘ak has you secured against him, his wide biceps caging you in. His skin is almost hot to the touch, muscles like steel as you wrap your hands around his arms, much like you did to Neteyam before.
Your thighs are spread further the closer he shuffles between them, his hands holding them up by the underside of your knees. But he’s not looking at you at all.
Neteyam’s entire focus is on your pussy.
His head is tilted slightly, the look on his face almost fond as he admires you. One of his hands comes to lay on your mound, his thumb gently circling around your clit, before he carefully slides the little hood up so he could get a better view at it.
Your breathing comes out heavier then before, and your entire body twitches every time he comes to close to that little bundle of nerves.
His thumb slides lower then, teasing you entrance and carefully pulling your lips apart as if he was examining you. It’s almost too much for you, and you try to hide your face in Lo‘aks arms.
"Still so wet," he finally breaths. "Such a tiny, tight looking body that you have. I will enjoy breaking you in."
The chest that you’re leaning against rumbles with a dark chuckle, then Lo‘ak leans down to whisper into your ear, "he‘s been talking about nothing else ever since we caught you."
His words make you shiver as realization dawns in on you. This was never a moment of impulse or a whim born tonight. You were always meant to end up here, with them.
When they took your people, they didn’t spare you because you begged well enough. You were chosen. Selected by spoiled sons of a broken clan, raised knowing that nothing was ever denied to them.
The fire crackles next to you, and then Neteyam’s hands leave your skin in favor of untying his loincloth.
When the dark piece of fabric finally falls away, you suck in a breath. The sound is loud and impolite, and you immediately want to clasp a hand over your mouth.
The warrior in front of you may be adorned with bones, leather and other natural materials that are not so different from those of any other na‘vi, honoring his heritage. But there, along the base of his cock, sits something foreign and wrong.
"H-How many…" the words come out as a hushed whisper of disbelief, your eyes wide as you try and fail not to stare at him like this.
On the underside of his length, Neteyam’s cock is pierced with four rows of small, neatly placed, shiny metal balls.
"Eight," he says proudly, letting his hand glide over each one of them.
Without thinking, you ask, "did… didn’t they hurt?"
"They did," he smiles. "That’s why I got them."
You swallow thickly. Neteyam makes a show of letting his fingers slip over the piercings, squeezing the tip and huffing out a breath. His eyes are half lidded, pupils blown as he watches you for any kind of reaction, seemingly getting off at the way you nervously bite your lip. Your own breath hitches when he moves closer, your eyes fixed on the forbidden metal that dares to touch your skin.
The soft head of his cock touches you first, making the fine hair on your neck raise as he lets it part your folds and smear your slick arousal over your clit. You hate how good it feels, until warm steel touches you too, and you don’t know whether to cry or moan because that, too, feels incredible.
Neteyam slides his cock against you in lazy strokes, letting you feel each piercing, and your imagination runs wild with how these little bumps might feel inside you.
"I want to watch you take every single one of them," he murmurs then, and your eyes widen slightly at the realization that you are supposed to take him to the last row of them.
"N-No, I can’t!" You begin to struggle, but Lo‘aks arms remind you that it’s no use. One of his hands pinches a nipple hard, like a reminder to stay put and you cry out softly. "Don’t," the younger brother says, his canine crazing your ear. "I like a woman with fire, but we’re trying to play nice because you’ve been good so far. Don’t make us regret that. I’d hate to break my new toy so early."
You bite your tongue in order not to spit venom at him, but your face must’ve given your thoughts away.
Neteyam chuckles softly, "If you want to be bad, save that for next time, txeptsyip [little flame]. But we will not hold back then."
The glare you give them wavers, and it disappears fully when he begins to push the tip of his cock against your entrance.
The stretch that follows makes you suck in a breath. He’s thick and long, and the first inch feels like you’re being split apart. But it’s a good kind of pain, you’re wet and pliant after your first orgasm, so when he pushes himself inside, warmth begins to spread in your core as your body gives way.
But then you feel that first touch of metal, and your thighs instinctively want to jerk close around his hips.
"Shh, relax, you were doing so good taking me," Neteyam coos, his hands spreading your legs wider as he sinks further into you. The first row of piercings slips into you and your mouth falls open with a surprised "oh!".
Those tiny beads feel so foreign against you, so warm to the touch. And eywa forgive you, they felt incredible. The sensation was like no other as he continued to push, making them roll along your inner walls.
"That’s one… and two," Neteyam says lowly, licking his lips to wet them. "Come on, count them for me."
Your head spins. You wouldn’t have been able to even tell them your name if one of them asked you right now, but then he slides in a few more inches and you manage to breath out quietly, "three…f-four."
Behind you, Lo‘ak was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, words you couldn’t really focus on but they made you so much wetter and then, "five, s..ix."
Sweat was slicking your forehead as more and more of his length was pushing past your tight entrance. It felt never ending, filling you constantly until you thought there was no room left inside you anymore. You felt so full of him, until finally the last row of piercings slid inside you.
"S-Seven…" You whimpered and Neteyam let out a deep groan, "eight."
"Smart girl," Lo‘ak teased from behind, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face as if he worried you weren’t able to see just how deep Neteyam was inside of you. But even with your eyes closed you could feel him, could feel the heat as he breached you, the weight of his cock, the smooth tip again your cervix and the eight little beads of steel massaging your body from the inside.
You tried to swallow a soft, needy sound, that would give away how bad you wanted him to move, hating how good he made you feel, but unable to hide it any longer.
"Don’t forget to breathe," he grins, and you release the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. The moment you exhale, Neteyam withdraws from your tight heat, only to slam himself right back in.
Now you know why he’s told you to breathe.
The moan he practically fucks out of you is loud and embarrassing. You’re sure the entire village had just heard you.
And then, Neteyam begins to move. His strokes are hard, deep and on point, his pace only increasing as time passes. Every time he enters you, you feel his piercings so clearly and your moans turn more desperate with every thrust of his hips. His eyes roam over you, starting from where you were connected— in and out, his cock glistening with your slickness. Then your breasts, bouncing every time your hips meet, only supported by Lo‘aks hands squeezing and toying with them. And finally your face, lips swollen red from occasional dirty kisses, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.
Neteyam let out a grunt whenever he pulled back, before burying himself deep again, his cock knocking on your cervix as if he was made of steel too. There are words coming out your mouth, but you don’t recognize them as anything coherent. You think they’re curses, prayers, maybe even both.
You’re so lost in your pleasure, you don’t even realize that your eyes are falling closed, until Lo‘ak gives your cheek a few surprisingly gentle taps with his hand, jolting you back into reality.
"Hey, we‘re not done with you yet, txeptsyip [little flame]." He grins. "Can’t have you passing out on us now."
Lo‘aks hand then cups your face and squeezes your cheeks, forcing your jaw to drop, "yeah, that’s right. Open up for me."
You don’t know what possesses you in this moment to obey them so willingly, but when his face leans over yours, you eagerly stick your tongue out and let him lick over yours, before he let’s a thick droplet of spit land into your mouth.
It’s filthy and humiliating, and both men groan in perfect sync when you swallow down his spit.
"Fuck, you’re making me so hard," Lo‘ak sighs. The cock that’s buried deep inside you throbs in agreement and you mewl sickening sweet at that. Whatever it is that they’re doing to you, you don’t feel like yourself anymore.
This isn’t really you, missing your usual bite, your instinct to survive. This is a woman reduced to pleasure and nothing more. Just a hole for them to fuck. And worst of all, you were enjoying it.
Your head felt empty of all doubts and worries as you watched Lo‘ak move to kneel besides your head and then push down his loincloth to free his own cock. Your vision was slightly blurred from how hard Neteyam was thrusting into you, but you could still see the thin, polished ring of steel that was piercing through the head and the small slit of his tip.
Shuffling closer, Lo‘ak caressed your jaw with his hand, while he used the other to eagerly press his length against your lips, pushing until you opened up for him.
"C‘mon, suck my cock. Get it wet for me, baby."
So you did. Your tongue was stretched out as far as it could reach, and Lo‘ak immediately began sliding his length against the wet muscle. He tasted like ash and salty musk, heavy against your tongue and you moaned from deep within your throat before you slowly took him in your mouth.
"Fuuuck, there you go. That’s a good fucking girl," Lo‘ak groans at the sight, thrusting his hips forward to push himself deeper into your mouth. Your tongue begins to swirl around his head, tasting the metal of his piercing, teasing it, before you hallow your cheeks and suck.
Simultaneously, Neteyam was thrusting into you harder, pushing you further against Lo‘ak’s cock until you were beginning to gag on it.
Everything was too much —too good, too deep, too fast, too rough. All you could do was lay there take it.
Soon, the brothers had found a rhythm both of them were benefiting from, and you were moved back and forth only by the thrusts of both of them.
"Look at her. She is perfect for us," Neteyam chuckled from above you, your inner walls clenching down hard on his cock at his words. "Such a good, obedient pet."
Every now and then your jaw was hanging slack, letting moans fall freely when hands you didn’t know belonged to which one of them started rubbing your clit in viciously fast circles. Sometimes it felt as if they were both fighting for their place to make your feel good, and it was two hands rubbing against that oversensitive little nub.
Lo‘ak gave a loud groan whenever that happened, seemingly enjoying being able to just thrust himself into you until he hit the back of your throat, using your mouth in such a filthy, dirty way that it made your eyes roll into the back of your head.
"So eager to please and so easy to use," he agreed with a grin. "I don’t care what path she chooses, I want to keep her."
It was embarrassing how fast Lo‘ak and Neteyam could turn you into a trembling, whimpering mess. The squelching sounds they expertly worked out of you only added further to your humiliation, but also your pleasure. At this pace, it was impossible not to come. And both brothers knew that.
Soon, you could feel that familiar, addicting, tension building up in your core, stealing the very air from your lungs as you moaned around the cock in your mouth.
Higher and higher you felt that tension building, felt it crawl under your skin, a warmth spreading through your core. You wanted— no, you needed to come. There was no way around it. You found yourself having no control over this, just letting yourself go because it felt too good to care about consequences, or what was right or wrong anymore.
Metal and steel was beginning to poison you from the inside out, corrupting you slowly, turning you into this mess.
It was a buildup of tension that arched your back and curled your toes and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, something in you snapped.
When you come, it’s like a wave of release and you scream.
It pulses throughout your body, making you moan, loud and lewd and you should probably feel a little embarrassed too, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when Neteyam was fucking you through it so good, his head falling back against his neck in pure bliss. And not when Lo‘ak was using the vibrations of your moans to get himself off of them, a fist in your hair to push you down his length.
You felt each of them pulse, and then there was nothing but heat. The heat of your own orgasm as it came crashing down on you, and then the warmth of cum flooding your insides from both ends as the brothers cursed under their breath, holding you down with greedy hands and making you take, take, take and then swallow, until you couldn’t take much more.
Lo‘ak was first to pull himself out of you, and immediately you were gasping for air. The salty taste of cum still lingered on your tongue as he bend down and shoved his own between your lips, leaving you breathless once more as he tastes himself on your tongue. There’s a brief moment of pain on your bottom lip, before he finally pulls back. You catch the glimpse of blood on the tip of his tongue, and when you mirror the way he was licking his lips, you taste copper of where he had bitten you.
"Sorry," he was grinning down at you, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. "Couldn’t help myself."
Brows drawn together in a frown, a tiny part in the back of your head wanted you to sit up and finally do something— hiss, fight, scratch him, anything. But your limbs feel like molten wax, sticking to the furs like warm honey.
Still grinning sharply, Lo‘ak must’ve noticed, because he bend down to cradle your head in one of his strange, four fingered hands. But instead of helping you sit up, he was merely directing your gaze to what was happening between your thighs.
The older brother was still kneeling there, and only when the sight of his sweat slicked abs and his heaving chest caught your eyes, your core clenched around what you noticed was his cock still nestled inside of you.
As if he had been waiting for your attention, Neteyam then pulled out of you. He was doing it slow enough, you felt each row of metal graze along your oversensitive walls and a whimper broke free from you at the sensation. It was followed by the warm feeling of his cum oozing out of you after his cock had finally made way.
You feel wet, sticky and empty, and a fresh wave of shame washes over you as you watch Neteyam‘s mesmerized gaze, entirely hypnotized by the sight. Too tired to move, you’re forced to lay there and watch as he then raises a hand, collecting the cum that had dripped out of you, before shoving it back inside your cunt with two of his long fingers.
You nearly choke on a gasp as you feel them breach you in one fluid thrust.
"Ah-ah, I want you to keep it in there," Neteyam says, giving his fingers a twist that made you keen. "Until I have marked you properly, you will carry my seed so everyone can smell myself on you."
Once he had withdrawn his fingers, he brings them to his lips and licks them clean of you, his tail curling behind him as if pleased by the taste.
It’s the last thing you see before Lo’ak finally lets your weight sink back, your head resting against the thick furs beneath you again.
Before you know what’s happening next, they move with unsettling ease, one on either side of you, bodies closing in not to trap but to hold.
Neteyam lies down first, an arm sliding beneath your shoulders, steady and sure. Lo’ak follows a moment later, lazily stretching out behind you, his presence warm and close, like a living wall at your back.
Their hands are everywhere at once.
Cradling, stroking. Slow, absent motions meant to soothe you. Fingers trace idle patterns along your arms, your side, the curve of your waist, even your breasts. You hate how careful they are. Hate how your body responds to the warmth, the closeness, the simple fact of being held after all that had happened.
The fire crackles softly from somewhere behind you, and exhaustion presses down on you like a tide you can no longer fight. Your eyelids flutter despite your efforts, growing heavier with every slow breath you take.
"Sleep," Lo’ak murmurs. He nuzzles briefly into the crook of your neck, spreading his scent onto your skin. "You’re going to need it."
You feel a hand find your tail, fingers brushing along its length, teasing the soft hairs at the tip in a way that makes you shiver despite yourself. Neteyam leans in, his lips brushing your temple. The hand on your tail glides to its base, squeezing gently and your eyes finally fall shut.
The last thing you register, before sleep finally takes you out, is Neteyam’s voice in your ear, whispering softly,
"You belong to us now, txeptsyip [little flame]."
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A/N i’m sooo sorry for the wait yall! but i thought this would be so cute and i was so right, zaia getting a little frustrated with herself 🤣 im obsesseddd! please let me know what you guys think! all feedback is welcome <3
while others were out tailgating and celebrating yet another one of the football teams’ wins, zaia spent the entirety of her weekend preparing for the lab her chemistry professor has been raving about since the semester started.
she hates science.
could do without it if it wasn’t needed as a prerequisite for her degree. but she loved lab days,
and yet somehow still managed to wake up thirty minutes late.
she hopped out of her bedroom on one foot, stuffing the other into her nike p6000’s while struggling with the sweater that hangs halfway down her arm
payton huffs a laugh once zaia comes in to view clamoring down the hallway “damn, good morning! you’re like a pink tornado, all that noise and movement” she says before bringing her hello kitty coffee mug to her mouth, leaned over the island enjoying the scene unfolding in front of her
“ha ha,” she says sarcastically and does a light jog around the living room, collecting the folders she left out while studying the night before “i’m so fucking late it’s ridiculous” she stresses.
she finally manages to get everything she needs into her tote before hurriedly grabbing her tumbler off of the counter and heading for the front door, “see ya!” payton calls out after her as she swings the door open “wouldn’t wanna be ya!” she calls back before stepping out of their shared apartment into the cool morning air
when she enters the building it’s bustling with traffic to her surprise.
students shuffle about in every direction, including a couple of people she recognizes from her lecture which makes her sigh in relief, happy to know she isn’t the only one running behind.
her professor is busy talking to another student at her desk when she emerges through the doorway, but as soon as zaia goes to look for her assigned seat she’s called back up to the front
a look of confusion decorates her face, she hadn’t stopped anyone else that came in late
“good morning zaia,” the blonde woman beams “i just wanted to pick your brain really quickly about a few last minute changes i’ve made” she says, maneuvering around the desk that separates them and taking a seat
zaia smiles tightly with an eyebrow raised. what kind of changes could she be talking about?
“yeah, sure” she insists, shifting her weight from one leg to the other “a student in another one of my lectures has to do a make up for this lab, so he’s agreed to sit in this morning,” zaia releases a heavy breath through her nose, already knowing what direction this is heading in
“you’re one of my brightest, and this section has been giving him some trouble so i thought it would be a great idea for him to shadow you.”
anndddd there it is. a charity case.
she purses her lips together before answering, it would be no use in saying no if her and this student already talked about it. it would just make her seem rude.
“that’s fine, but to clarify they won’t be participating, correct? just watching?” she reiterates and the professor nods profusely “absolutely, your work will be all yours, he’s just spectating so he has an idea of how to get it done— her eyes travel to the door as it opens
“oh! here he comes now!” she stands from her seat “good morning cameron, congratulations on the big win” she chirps “thank you thank you, i appreciate it” that deep, velvety, patronizing voice falls onto her ears and she freezes.
“i want you to meet zaia, the phenomenal student i’ve been telling you about” she introduces
you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
she turns to meet them where they stand and he already looks pleased, more than that. excited
it makes her want to scream
“ahhh so you’re zaia?” he folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head at her, not missing the opportunity to trace her frame hugged just right in the outfit she’s wearing “good to know.” he smirks
“zaia’s agreed to be your point of reference today, so please pay attention” their professor stresses to him
“trust me, she’ll have all of my attention. i won’t miss a thing. promise” he assures tauntingly and while their professor beams with joy at the pair zaia huffs, annoyance consuming her already.
what a load of bullshit.
the two take their seats and cameron immediately begins fumbling with the sample vials placed in the center of the table as if they’re toys. zaia shoots him a look, which he pretends not to notice
“you’re here to observe,” she slides them out of his reach “stop touching stuff.” she grumbles
“damn, you extra bossy this morning i see,” he lifts his hands in mock surrender, lips twitching “woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” he pushes even further, earning a hard glare
she digs into her tote for the three ringed binder before flipping it open to her research notes
“let’s just get this over with.”
cameron leans back coolly into the chair, folding his hands over his lap and locking his gaze onto the side of her face, watching as she flips through the pages laid out in front of her
she’s so cute when she’s focused.
“didn’t know you wore glasses”
she pauses for a second before flipping to the next page “why would you? you don’t know me.” she scoffs “true, but i want to” he shoots back, and she doesn’t even care to dignify him with a response, so now they’re sitting in silence.
the sounds of the room circle around them. glass clinking, pages flipping and low chatter in heavy rotation
“your hair looks good like that” he cuts into the quiet, running his tongue over his bottom lip and awaiting the response he knows is coming.
she huffs and turns in her seat to face him, “what are you doing?.”
checkmate
“nothing,” he says innocently “just observing.” he shrugs. it’s quick, but he swears he catches a glimpse of a smirk curve into her lips before she hurriedly turns her attention back to her notes “hilarious.”
he grins at the fact that he almost got a smile out of her this time
meanwhile, she hates that she came so close to cracking. she also hates how fast her heart is beating right now. he shouldn’t even be here. it’s like the universe is playing some sick joke on her
“can i ask you something?” he leans up onto the table, hands still folded, inching closer to her than she can stand, he catches a whiff of the perfume she’s wearing and his eyes flutter shut
of course she smells good. just another thing for him to fixate on
he feels her stiffen at the closeness
she adjusts in her seat so that their shoulders aren’t brushing anymore, “is it about the assignment?” she slits her eyes at him “yes.” he lies. she purses her lips together, unconvinced
she restlessly taps the fountain pen onto the page of insanely organized notes, which he admires, and turns her head in his direction, stretching her eyes as if to rush the words out of him
“why you act like i’m such a problem?” he tilts his head at her, studying her like he’s trying to figure something out.
she stills her movement, “…‘cause you are.”
“straight like that, huh? just how i like it” he blinks, she still manages to shock him with her bluntness. but little did she know, it just makes her harder to resist
not a single smile, smirk, nothing. she just mugs him. he can’t help but laugh
“alright, my bad, my bad.” he says in between chuckles, “I’ll chill” his hand placed over his stomach and head tossed back
she then shifts in her seat again, angling her body away from him this time. completely over his antics
“come back” he says, softly, coaxing her with his eyes
he watches as she hesitates, and then finally moves her legs back but she still doesn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her face.
“do you take anything besides football seriously?” she asks pointedly, his eyes don’t leave her “nah,” he says easily “but i’d definitely take you seriously.” he adds and she takes a deep, calming breath, placing her hands flat onto the table in front of her to ground herself
she hates how he knows exactly what buttons to push
“you know i didn’t have to agree to this right, cameron?” she reminds him, voice steady. the warmness in his chest swells at the use of his name, he loves the way it sounds coming from her
despite the fact that she’s a few seconds away from mauling him.
“if you knew it was me you wouldn’t have agreed, zaia” he says, she glares at him
she couldn’t deny it if she tried.
“my name is off limits.” he smirks at that “and yes, i don’t particularly like you, but i do want to help. so stop being annoying and pay attention, please.” she says sharply. she isn’t being cruel, or rude like usual, he can tell. she’s just being honest. which in turn makes him straighten up a bit
and for the first time in a long time, he feels nervous.
he doesn’t know if it’s the classroom setting, or her being so smart that it makes her even sexier, but she has him flustered. yet here she is, cool as a cucumber. has been from the moment he laid eyes on her.
that slightly annoys him.
as she goes through the bullet points, he can’t focus on anything other than the way her lips move with each word. doesn’t comment like he wants to because he’s trying to be respectful of her time, but his eyes scan her face. reading and studying her.
the furrow in her brows as she explains something that he could tell she doesn’t agree with, how she takes her bottom lip into her mouth before moving on to the next point, her eyes fluttering up to his every so often to make sure he’s listening.
“does that make sense? any real questions before we start?” she looks up from the notebook with an eyebrow raised, he blinks rapidly, as if she’s snapped him out of something,
“uh— no, nah.” he clears his throat “i’m good. i think i got it” tearing his gaze away from her, he lets his eyes settle onto the microscope that sits in front of them, leg starting to bounce beneath the table
“great. i’ll explain as i go through each one, I’d be taking notes if i were you.” she warns, eyes falling over him, subconsciously taking in his appearance
he’s dressed in a simple black ‘nets’ tee and camo pants, the chains around his neck glisten courtesy of the light overhead, her eyes widen a bit at the veins in his forearms, flexing and contorting with each sudden movement as he digs through his backpack
the zipper snapping shut draws her back to the room and she shifts, quickly refocusing before he catches her staring.
she stretches each hand into the gloves and reaches for the first vial.
“okay” she rolls her shoulders, releasing a breath, trying to steady her pulse
after fumbling with the sample she slides the glass cup beneath the microscope
“this is our control,” she leans in to the lens, closer to him than she intends to be, and, again, he gets a nose-full of her perfume. sweet. clean. her. he shakes his head to rein himself in
pay attention.
he watches intently as her hands turn the dial to adjust the focus
“we’re just keeping an eye on the sample, watching for a reaction” she explains as she adds a droplet and waits a few seconds “see? no reaction yet, that’s the goal”
she does a quick glance in his direction and her eyebrows lift in surprise
he’s watching. actually watching.
good.
but her gaze, inconveniently, travels to his large hands.
she curses herself in her head and moves on to the next sample.
“now, do you see that?” her eyes catch his for a moment “how its blooming a little? that’s the reaction starting” she says
he leans in to squint through the lens, humming in thought “so if it’s still boring after you add the clear shit— she darts her eyes at him, a smirk quirking at her lips before she can stop it and he stifles a laugh “the clear stuff, that’s a good thing?” he corrects, a quiet laugh slips now.
the sound makes his heart flutter
“yes, exactly. boring is good”
he can’t help but glance at her in shock, pleased with himself. finally
“did i just get a laugh out of you?”
“don’t get used to it.” she straightens, already reaching for the next vial
everything is rhythmic after that. she explains, he listens. occasionally asking questions which lets her know he’s actually paying attention, she even lets him take control of the lab some. little things like adjusting the focus and adding droplets to a couple of samples.
time passes quicker than she expects it to, the next time she glances at the clock on the wall her eyes widen a bit
“shit- we’re going way over. i think that’s enough” she looks around the classroom and hadn’t even noticed that it had dwindled down to just a few students now
he exhales and leans back into his chair, hands folded behind his head as he watches her gather her things
"so, zaia," he starts, she pauses and shoots him a warning look, skin humming from the way he says her name, but of course she shakes every conflicting thought from her mind "you doing anything after this?" he asks carefully, but not carefully enough
"going home. don't push it" she rolls her eyes, sliding the strap onto her shoulder and he shrugs, fighting a smile, still riding the high of how good everything went "i'm just asking"
"right" she says dryly, grabbing her tumbler and heading for the door
he waits a few seconds, long enough for it to look coincidental, before pushing back from the table and jogging to catch up to her
he emerges from the classroom and searches for her down the hallway, finally landing on that pink hair and sweater closing in on the exit "yo" he calls out after her, she doesn't stop walking but he expected as much
he finally manages to catch up with her and falls in step, leaving a respectful distance between them
"what?” she says without even sparing him a glance “class is over."
“i know. let me walk you” she scoffs “you don’t need to.”
“i want to.”
“so? you can’t always get what you want.” he laughs quietly at that, fingers curling into the straps of his backpack as they continue
“and please don’t get anything confused. this-” she gestures between them “isn’t a thing.”
“yet.” he corrects
she stops walking so fast he almost topples over her
“don’t be annoying.” she turns to face him “how am i being-
“by getting beside yourself. you’re stopping at the gate, and that’s it. nothing else” she says sharply, he stares down at her for a second, and then nods “alright, i hear you.”
he figured he’d stop pushing, for now at least.
she continues in the direction she was going and he trails a little behind at first, eventually falling in step at the same pace again. much quieter now.
she shakes her head, jaw tight
he really doesn’t quit does he ?
for some reason, the silence bothers her more than anything else. just him walking next to her, there. she tells herself it’s nothing, though. just two people walking
no big deal.
“i’ll see you later” he says once they make it to his stopping point
“no, you won’t.” she says back without hesitation before pushing through the gate and continuing down the sidewalk
he watches as she walks away and can’t stop himself from smiling.
the worst part for her?
she knows she wouldn’t have let him get even that far if she hadn’t felt it too.
and that alone is enough to piss her off the whole way home.
a.n: heyyy stinks!! here’s part two! thank you so much for the love on all of my Tyriq posts and being super welcoming. I love all of y’all fr, even the folks that just read it but gimme a like— thank u 🥹 I hope y’all enjoy this one! I might see what’s up with Teddy Spencer after this one…. heed those warnings! enjoy 🎀
part one
on the jukebox: ‘a new life’ by zeke bleu + ‘love is only a feeling’ by joey bada$$ + ‘have your babies’ by pip millett ft mariah the scientist + ‘can I?’ by kehlani 👄
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“I just feel like you have me really fucked up, right now!”
You repeated yourself after his second ‘huh?’. The booming, base filled music of drummed the speakers and traveled throughout the spacious, body filled building.
Strobe lights circulated; blue, red, green, purple. The occasional call out of a hyped crowd from the performing DJ cut through but in this moment?
You couldn’t give a fuck about that.
You stood in pumps that matched your simple white shirt and complimented your light washed denim skirt. Your previously chocolate cherry colored hair was now colored a honey ash blonde, silkily curled down your back.
A gold MK watch glimmered in the lights of the club as you pressed a pointer finger against the temple of Cameron Cade who rolled his eyes and looked away from you.
This attitude and setting came hours prior, two months even. Cameron Cade was back in town, the problem? He didn’t say shit.
Why didn’t he say shit? You were there to figure out.
..
before — two months ago
“How do you feel being there so far knowing it’s almost over? Is Isaiah sad to see you go?”
You lied stomach first on your bed, your phone beside you and on speaker phone. The soothing voice of your… ex? new friend? flowed through the phone. His contact name simply saying ‘Cam’ with the call time of 1:20:05.
Cameron sighed. “Man.. it’s weird because I could do another year here doing this shit.. but at the same time, I’m ready to come home. I’ve gotten used to the way they do shit around here but I’d be lying if I said I’d prefer it. I need to get back to doing shit on my time”
You playfully squinted, “speaking of that, they took your real phone, right? How the fuck haven’t they found this burner? Or at least caught you on it”
Cameron only chuckled, “I’m real slick wit’ it, beloved. Take some notes from ‘ya boy, I’ll show you the ropes”
You rolled your eyes, “ha! Yeah okay..” your cheeks burned with a blush that you hated. It felt nice to laugh with Cameron like this after a year and a half.
You Pinterest surfed on your iPad as he spoke.
“.. and Zay? He’s cool as fuck. He said he’ll miss me but I’m leaving with his contact info so it’s cool. He been teaching me the ins and outs because you know he won hella championships back in the day—“
“Oh yeah, I watched that one highlight you sent me of his touchdown that got his team that last win before he retired. He’s really good” You chimed in. You could see Cam nodding.
“More than good, girl— the fucking goat. I’m tryna get like that.. I feel like being here will put me right up there where he used to be. The championships, the gold, the exposure… just like my daddy told me about..”
His words took you from the images of Pinterest and peering at your phone. Cam— 1:40:00. You nodded like he could see you. Cam only spoke about his father with you in the moments that called for it.
“Well, Cameron Cade, I think you’re doing your father right by being there. He’s with you every step of the way and I know he’s proud of you” You kindly responded back.
Regardless of where you stood with Cam in your relationship, that was a compliment you’d always extend. It was true.
“Thank you, (Y/N).. that means a lot..” he cleared his throat, “um, yeah, I’m outta here real soon and when I am, I’ll let you know!”
..
now — present day.
“What the fuck happened to that? You told me you’d let me know. Yo, I waited for you, I thought we were cool, Cam”
You continued staring at him, waiting for him to speak. Instead his head continued resting on the wall of the section, he barely paid you any mind.
But you knew this reaction. Cameron Cade liked to shut down when being rightfully confronted or if he felt defensive. He liked to go nonverbal, almost like talking to a wall.
You waved your hand across his face. “Hello? Are you seriously pretending like you didn’t say that? Or that you don’t care?”
“I know what I said” Cameron simply responded.
Your eyes went wide, “and you don’t care? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”
Cameron shrugged, “I didn’t say that”
“It doesn’t matter that you didn’t say it, it’s the way you’re acting now! It’s the way you’ve been acting since you came home. You didn’t see me calling and asking for you one whole month after you said you’d be back? I had to find out from Instagram that you were back?”
His silence only pissed you off some more. It might not have looked explosive on your face but you were heated on the inside.
“That’s lame as hell, Cameron, and you know it”
The man sighed and stood up straighter, his eyes boring into yours, “(Y/N), what do you want from me? I didn’t tell you I made it home? Okay, I’m sorry, I apologize. That camp kicked my ass through and fucking through, sorry that I didn’t check in with you as soon as my feet hit the fucking ground—“
You held your hand up, stopping him. “Don’t curse at me, you know how I feel about that”
“Okay but what about the role you’re playing here? You’re cussing me out in this club, embarrassing me on a night planned for me, and for what? I can’t go back in time, (Y/N), I’m here already. I did it, it happened. So where do we go from here?”
You stared blankly at the man, his stupid, pretty face turned up just a little from his own ranting. You only shook your head.
“That’s some bullshit and you know it. You’re missing the principle of why I’m mad and that’s so fucking typical of you. Just forget it”
You grabbed your purse and tossed it over your shoulder, about to turn on your heels. Cameron’s hot hand grabbed your wrist.
“Nah, stop, stay right here with me so we can talk this out. You never let me walk away so I’m not letting you walk away. I don’t give a fuck about this club”
“Fuck that and fuck you, don’t touch me.” You chuckled sarcastically and snatched your wrist from his grip, already walking out of the section and through the crowds of dancing people.
You didn’t need to look behind you to see that Cameron was trailing you trying to keep up. You were breezing past the bouncers and to your parked car on the curb, walking around to the drivers side.
Cameron Cade was just two feet behind you, practically chasing you down. But by the time he got up to you, you were already hopping inside of your car and closing the door, keys itching the ignition.
“(Y/N), wait, don’t leave yet. Let me explain!” He stood at the window of your passenger side door.
You rolled the window town, meeting his eyes. “Cameron Cade, I will run you over. Get away from my car”
Cameron pleaded, “(Y/N), please. I got way out of my body back there, I’m sorry. You’re right, me acting like this is after all you did for me is some bullshit and I didn’t mean any of it. Please let me talk to you”
If looks could kill, Cameron would be dead. You growled and hit the unlock button. “Get in this car and shut up until we get to my house”
That’s how you found yourself on the far end of your couch, eyeing Cameron like prey as he sat on the other side.
“Cameron Cade, you better come correct before I lose my mind”
He sighed and laid back onto the cushions, his head tilted back and staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes.
“Fuck.. I know I keep saying it but I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, (Y/N). I just.. I don’t be fuckin’ thinkin’ sometimes and pissing everybody off.. even myself. Sometimes I get so mad, I can’t be rational..”
“And that shit is so unfair, especially to me, Cam” you began, “I told you it wasn’t a good idea for us to get back talking while you were gone and what happened? I got rid of that boundary for you”
Cam opened his eyes and looked over at you. He didn’t speak for a moment until now. “Why?”
Fuck. Did you say too much?
It was your turn to not meet his eye. This was it, you couldn’t take it back.
“Maybe I missed you, Cam” you admitted. “Maybe I thought that if I enforced that boundary that I’d lose you forever knowing I didn’t fully have closure yet. Us talking again gave me hope that us being done didn’t have to be forever”
Tears blurred your vision, enough for you to not realize Cameron sliding himself close to you.
Close enough for his forefinger cup underneath your eye and catch the tear that made its way out. Close enough for his other hand to cup the other side of your face and thumb away the tears that fell.
Soft pink, teary eyes staring deep into gentle hazels.
“Don’t cry, mama. It’ll all be okay” Cameron murmured.
“You don’t know that, Cameron. You just don’t. You can’t say that if you don’t know”
He shook his head, determination newfound swirling in his irises.
“I can say that because I’m gonna make sure it’ll be okay. You and me, me and you. No matter the circumstances, it was always going to be you, (Y/N). I’ll do whatever you tell me to if it means getting us back to where we need to be”
You stayed silent, observing him. You didn’t care to object when he got closer in your space, you didn’t care to object when his hands were releasing your face and grabbing at your waist to pull you into his lap.
“You don’t gotta do anything but be here, let me take care of the rest because it’s my fault anyway. I broke us up, I left you alone, I disappointed you— all of the shit I promised I would never do and ended up doing it”
Cameron pleaded his case. One hand stayed on your hip, the other cupping your face. The softness of his lips pressed against your cheek twice before trailing down to your jaw and finally finding home in your neck.
“Let me take care of you, let me show you.. let daddy prove it to you”
Still, you didn’t respond.. you also didn’t stop him. You should’ve.. you fucking should’ve.
Cameron Cade made it a point to take his time like you were slated to disappear. Thighs in arms, hands full of flesh, face buried in your pussy.
Cameron Cade relished in the fact that he’d gotten you off three times already. His mouth alone was twice, the dangerous combination of his mouth and his fingers was the next eye rolling, chest heaving, toe curling release.
“Cam, please” you whimpered pathetically, manicured nails caressing his buzzed head, earning you a groan. “Please, I-I can’t do it again, it’s too much”
Cameron didn’t say anything, he just stood from your legs and hovered over you, slanting his lips over yours.
Your mouths moved perfectly in sync, no misstep being that you hadn’t kissed him like this in a year and a half. Neither of you missed a beat. Sensually mingling your tongues against one another before pulling back and gently nipping at your bottom lip.
“You know I love you, right?” Cameron asked you as his hands slickly began unbuttoning your denim skirt. “Lift up— you know I love you, right, girl?” You obeyed and lifted your hips, allowing the article and your panties to slip down your legs.
“Yes” you muttered.
“Yeah? I don’t believe you, you’re just sayin’ shit to get what you want. Imma ask you again—“
Cameron kneeled on the bed, his dominant hand fell back in between your legs, just ghosting over your center. Your lower half jolted, still sensitive. He heard you whine.
“Do you know that I love you?”
You sat up on your forearms, staring up at your ex. Eyes boring into his, trying to memorize him. You let out a breath and nodded surely. “Yes, Cam, I know that you love me”
That earned you a smirk like smile and Cameron stripping himself of his shirt. “Good girl because it’s true.. you’ve ruined me for other people, I can’t love anyone else the way I love you, (Y/N)”
Your heart thumped loudly in your ears, it was hard to focus the more you watched Cameron get you both on the same level— completely naked. His hands palmed at the warmth of your breasts, your hands lightly scraped down his back.
Cameron had you under the covers of your duvet, head surrounded and supported by pillows. The honey ash blonde strands cascading around the fabrics.. you looked so fucking gorgeous.
Arms around his neck, legs around his waist, chest to chest, lips on yours devouring you. His girth slowly inching inside of you little by little.. stretching you out wonderfully. It was a feeling you hadn’t had in almost two years, it felt so fucking good.
Once Cameron was fully seated inside of you, he pulled back from your lips and glanced down at you.
“Tell me you missed me” he pecked your cheek, “c’mon, pretty girl, lemme hear you.. y’know I love it when you’re talkin’ to me knowing I’m deep in this pussy..”
You gasped out a whine, nails caressing his back softly. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You met his intense eye.
“I missed you, Cam.. really fucking missed you. I don’t ever wanna be without you again” you leaned forward and pecked his lips.
Cameron groaned, his hips pulling back and pushing forward. His pace was perfect, the rhythm of this thrusts set that feeling in your mind and body that he had a purpose.
This wasn’t going to be the kind of makeup sex where you both talked shit to each other but rather the kind of love making that transcended time.
He captured your lips and picked up his thrusting pace just a little, forcing the noises out of you that he loved.
“You’n ever gotta worry about that, baby, I swear to God.. swear ‘m not ever leavin’ you. I’m in this shit with you until death, you hear me?”
He supported himself on his dominant arm and let the other hand cup your throat. Nothing fiercely dominant or aggressive, but with a gentle firm squeeze, your eyes rolled back to your head, back arching.
You nodded, crying out. “Fuck, Cameron, please!”
He fucked you faster, grunting. “What did I say, huh? You gon’ be with me forever or no?”
You nodded eagerly, one hand coming up to rest over the hand on your neck. You clung to Cameron desperately, a soft blur of tears clouding your vision.
“Yes, yes, I wanna be with you! You and nobody else, I fucking promise.. fuck, Cam, ‘m right there, ‘m so close..”
Cameron moaned deeply, his eyes closing for a brief moment. “Mhm good, ‘gon ‘head and gimme all of that, it’s been too fuckin’ long”
You let go as soon as his words ceased, the coil in your stomach finally snapping and flowing. You squeezed your eyes shut, so much that the tears slipped down your cheeks. A shriek coming from the depths of your throat.
Cameron groaned heartily at the feeling of your walls borderline suffocating his cock. Throbbing, spasmic clenching. That put the man in the danger zone of his own orgasm.
“‘M gon’ marry you, whatchu think about that? ‘Gon let me wife you up? Make you mine forever?”
You nodded again, staring your watery eyes passionately into Cameron’s hazel blueish greens.
“Have your babies?” You murmured from below him, tightening your legs around his powering lower half. Hand coming up to cup the side of his face.
Cameron purred, leaning in and nuzzling his face into your hand before pressing a kiss there. “Fuck yeah, girl, you already know it.. you’re not goin’ anywhere”
“You’re not either”
The small hint of possessiveness from you showed its face and turned Cameron Cade all the way up. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you.
“Yeah? I’m yours? This your dick?” He smugly asked, purposefully now hitting that warm, gummy, spongy spot inside of you that set your body on fire.
Still, you kept some kind of composure and nodded at his question. “That’s all mine and you better fucking know it”
You kissed him again. “Just like I’m yours.. just like this pussy is yours. We been waitin’ on you to come home, baby..”
The seductive tone of your already filthy words was enough to push Cameron over the edge and deep into the abyss. He didn’t bother to pull out, instead shoving himself deep inside of you as possible.
“Shit.. fuck, girl, goddamn” Cameron groaned. His release was overwhelming and filled you up beyond belief.
You’d never tell him that you missed feeling him like that.
After a minute of pure comfortable silence and trying to come down, your eyes met. It could’ve been the post orgasmic haze that swirled in both of your eyes but nothing else danced there.
Just pure love and admiration. You were the first to initiate the hundredth kiss that night, you arms circling Cameron’s neck and pulling him even closer.
The man wrapped an arm around your body and easily flipped you on your side, the sensual kiss still holding on. His hand crawled into your hair to cup the back of your head.
“I fucking love you, girl. I really mean it” Cameron said after pulling back and staring into your eyes.
“I love you too. Please don’t ever put me through this again, I’m literally begging”
Cameron nodded his head vigorously and cupped the side of your face. The familiar look of seriousness settled into your chest.
“Let me keep proving it to you. My words don’t mean shit if I keep fucking up and I’m done with that. I love you— I need you. I just want another chance, actions only”
You didn’t have to respond for Cameron to get the message. For Cameron to get your acceptance. For Cameron to hold onto your heart again.
And this time? There wouldn’t be another last time.
The sun had barely filtered in through the blinds when you heard the soft pad of socks on hardwood. You stayed curled under the throw blanket, scrolling idly on your phone, until a warm weight dropped onto the couch behind you and long arms wrapped around your waist.
“Guess who has the whole day off,” Nika whispered into your ear, her voice still thick with sleep, accent thick over each word.
You smiled, setting your phone down. “No practice?”
“No meetings. No film. No weights. Just you.” Her hand slipped under your hoodie, resting possessively on your bare waist. “All. Day. Long.”
You leaned back into her chest, grinning. “So what do you wanna do?”
Her hand slipped higher. “I think you know.”
The first few hours were sweet.
She followed you around like a shadow, clinging to your waist while you tried to make breakfast, pressing up behind you while you brushed your teeth. She’d been unusually handsy all morning…resting her hand on your thigh, tugging you down onto her lap when you walked by, whispering little things like “God, you look good in that” against your skin.
But when she tugged you onto her lap for the fourth time during the same movie…her hips shifting beneath you, teeth grazing the shell of your ear…it was clear this wasn’t just about closeness.
It was need.
“Come here,” she murmured, already guiding you toward the bedroom, her fingers curling around your wrist.
By the time your knees hit the mattress, Nika was already pushing your clothes off…slow, deliberate, her eyes burning with hunger. She didn’t rush. She didn’t need to either. Her control over you was effortless.
She stood between your legs, shirtless in nothing but her sweatpants, the gold cross chain she always wore dangling low between her collarbones. You watched it shift every time she leaned in to kiss you.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” she asked softly, dragging her fingers along your inner thigh.
You whimpered, nodding without words.
She smirked. “How pretty you look when I have my way with you.”
She made good on that promise.
She slid in slowly at first, letting you feel every inch, her strap hitting deep. Your hands grabbed for the sheets, your legs twitching on either side of her waist. She stayed close, watching your mouth fall open.
“Already?” she murmured, a half laugh escaping her. “Barely even started.”
She rolled her hips, slow and deep…then again, a little harder. Her hand gripped your thigh, pushing it up so she could angle even deeper. You moaned, head rolling back, and Nika leaned over you, her chain swaying between your bodies.
“You hear that?” she whispered, breath hot on your jaw. “That wet little sound every time I fuck into you?”
The slap of her hips against you grew louder, messier. The rhythm built fast…her strokes getting longer, harder, deeper until your body was shaking with every snap of her hips.
“Such a fuckin’ mess already,” she rasped, looking down at the way your body took her, how soaked you were. “I could fuck you like this all day. You’d let me, huh?”
You nodded through a cry, eyes fluttering.
“Yeah, you’d take it,” she growled. “You’d take anything I gave you.”
Her necklace bounced with every thrust, brushing your chest, then your chin, then your lips.
You moaned into her mouth, and she leaned up just enough for you to reach. Without thinking, you reached for the chain…hooked a finger around it and tugged her closer.
She froze for a second, breath catching as your lips closed around the cross pendant.
“Sucking on my necklace now?” she rasped, her rhythm faltering just a little as you flicked your tongue around the cool metal. “That turning you on?”
You didn’t let go. Kept it in your mouth, drool wetting your chin as you whimpered around it. You looked up at her with glassy eyes like you’d never wanted anything more in your life.
She cursed under her breath…Croatian, low and desperate and slammed into you.
Hard.
Again.
Again.
Her fingers wrapped around your throat, gently but firm enough to make your head spin. The chain still swayed in front of your face, and she didn’t stop you from sucking on it…she wanted it. Wanted to see you completely wrecked, clutching her necklace like it was holy.
“You like being fucked like this?” she growled, voice barely holding together. “While I watch you drool all over me?”
You nodded helplessly.
“Good,” she snarled, “because I’m not stopping.”
She gripped your hips tighter and started pounding into you…fast, brutal, her abs flexing with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room. Your moans turned to cries, legs trembling, nails clawing at her back.
“I wanna see you cum with that chain in your mouth,” she groaned. “Just like that. Fuck..baby, you’re perfect like this.”
You sucked harder, your body arching as the pressure built and built and built.
And then..
White hot release tore through you like a wave, your legs locking around her waist, the chain slipping from your mouth as you screamed her name.
But Nika didn’t stop.
“Oh no,” she murmured, breathless but smug. “We’re not done.”
She pulled back, repositioned, and slammed right back in.
Again.
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