22nia

Pairings: Cameron Cade x Reader, Isaiah White x Reader

Contains: Explicit Content, Unprotected p in v, Cheating, Pet names, Dirty talk, Cursing, Fingering, Jealousy, Manipluation.

Summary: You and Isaiah have always had a chaotic marriage. With retirement plans in place, he mentors an up-and-coming footballer named Cameron Cade, but you're not going to let everything be taken away from you and him. 

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Isaiah white has always been worshipped. Football has always been his main focus. You and he both got married because it would benefit you both. Him being a big footballer gave you fame, money, etc, and you always knew how to get him back on track. 

“Here we go again...” You say, frustrated, full of emotion. Ever since Isaiah announced his near-retirement, he’s been in a mood. “Don’t start this again; I’m not dealing with it today,” Isaiah says in a cold tone. 

Whenever something involving Isaiah’s football team, “San Antonio Saviors,” he gets in these moods. He doesn’t talk to you, acknowledge you, doesn’t even sleep in the same bed as you. 

“Every day it’s the same fucking mood and energy, and I’m sick of it.” You said loudly, standing in front of him. 

“As I said, I’m not doing this” 

Isaiah replied in a cold, stern tone. 

“Especially when we have a guest that’s coming in any minute who’s going to be staying with us,” Isaiah said. 

You were confused, a guest? Staying with you and Isaiah until the door opened. You realized it was the guy Isaiah was mentoring to take over. 

A tall man, about 6’5", with a strong, muscular build, walks through the door. 

“Cameron Cade, welcome,” Isaiah says while dabbing Cameron up. 

“Mr White, it’s nice to meet you. I've been a big fan of yours  ever since I was young, watching you on the big screen with my father.” Cameron says, very enthusiastic, praising Isaiah just like everyone else who met him. 

“Nice to see you have another fan, Isaiah.” You say sarcastically while making direct eye contact with Cameron. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Cameron.” You say. 

Immediately, Cameron’s attention turns fully on you; he starts to eye you up and down. Looking at you like he’s imagining doing all types of sexual stuff to you and you were liking every minute of it.

“Ms White, it’s nice to meet you as well,” he says, maintaining eye contact. 

“Don’t call me Mrs. White; just call me y/n. I want you to feel comfortable here,” You say while smirking. 

Cameron smirks back. 

Isaiah was paying attention to every detail. The eye contact between you two, Cameron eyeing you up and down, the little comments, and deep down inside, it was boiling his blood. He was pissed; he immediately grabbed your waist, showing Cam that he owned you. 

“Training is downstairs. You should go train with the others.” Isaiah wasn’t asking Cam; he was demanding. 

“Aight,” Cam says, and starts going downstairs with the others. 

Isaiah starts laughing after Cameron leaves the room. It’s that annoyed, pissed-off type of laugh that he does when he’s trying to avoid causing a scene. 

“What’s funny?” You ask. 

“You think I ain’t notice that shit?” Isaiah asks.

“Notice what?” You knew he noticed the tension between you and Cameron, but you were going to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“You and him fucking flirting right in front of me, you think that shit cute?” Isaiah says in a loud tone. You loved when Isaiah would get this way. 

Cameron Cade was attractive, and maybe this would get Isaiah right where you needed him. 

“I think you're just being jealous, Isaiah, but think what you want,” you tell him while walking off. 

You knew what you were doing to him, driving him off the edge. 

“We’re not done speaking,” Isaiah says. 

“I am,” you reply. 

A couple of days have passed; you and Isaiah haven’t been speaking much, but you and Cam have been exchanging glances and having small conversations that Isaiah has picked up on.

You knew he was still mad about you and Cam flirting. He already felt like Cam was trying to take his spot, and now he was taking his wife, which drove him to a whole new edge. 

It was late at night; Isaiah was asleep, but you couldn’t sleep for some reason. You decided to go downstairs. You grabbed your lace robe since it was a little cold in your house and headed downstairs. You slowly walked down the marble steps, not wanting to wake anyone, until you saw Cameron in the kitchen. 

Cameron noticed you immediately.

“What are you doing up this late?” Cameron asked. 

“I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Cade,” You said sarcastically. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Cameron replied.

“Me either,” you said while walking closer to him. Now you're in front of him, leaning against your counter, just making eye contact with him while smirking. 

Cameron feels the tension too. He knows you're Isaiah’s wife, but acting on what he wants to do to you every day is getting harder and harder for him. 

“I need your opinion, Cam; it’s very important,” You said while moving closer towards him. 

“What is it?” Cameron asked, concern on his face. 

You took off your robe, revealing your two-piece black lace lingerie underneath. This was a new set that your brand was coming out with; you didn’t care about Cam’s opinion; all you wanted to do was tempt him. You were so deprived of sex as well that all you wanted him to do was fuck you on top of that counter. 

Cameron was silent; he was eyeing your curves, ass, every part of your body. He didn’t understand why you were trying to tempt him, your Isaiah’s wife, one of the all-time best footballers' wives. Why was it that you wanted him?

“So what do you think?” You turn back around, facing him with a big smirk across your face. 

“I think you look sexy,” Cameron replied. 

“Really? Because I think I would look sexier on top of you.” 

You said while stepping closer to where there wasn’t an inch of distance between the two of you.

Cameron picked you up and put you on top of the expensive counter, where he stood facing you, and you sat with your legs open, facing him. 

He gets close to you, and you can feel his hot breath close to your neck. He whispers in your ear, “I think you would too, but what about your husband?” He asked. 

“I’m not worried about him,” You reply coldly. 

“What if he catches us?” Cam asks. 

“Let him watch then,” you say with a smirk on your face and eyes full of desire. 

In this moment, all you could think about is Cameron inside of you, fucking you very rough. Isaiah was in the back of your mind, too, about how this would get him right. 

After you said that, Cam starts to kiss you, wrapping his strong hands around you. He deepens the kiss while spreading open your legs, quickly sliding your panties off. 

He sticks his fingers inside of you and starts to rub his fingers against your wet clit. “Already wet for me, I see,” Cam says while doing circular motions with his fingers against clits. 

“mmm.. camm..” you moan. 

After hearing you moan, he starts to finger you a little bit faster. He gets to your weak spot, and your moans become louder. 

 “camm.. right there.. mmm.. yes…” 

Moans grew louder and louder.

“Cum for me, baby,” he says. 

You try to say something, but no words are coming out. Your mind is in a whole different place, but you do as he says, and you cum. He picks you up and takes you to the living room. 

Brought to the big area of the couch, Cam layed you down comfortably.  You spread your legs immediately, needing him inside of you, hips gripped and pounded into you very hard. Seconds turned into minutes each time he thrust; it felt deeper than the last. The sound of your big ass against his dick echoed in the living area of the house. 

“Just like that, keep taking this dick like the good girl you are,” Cam told you. 

His grip was tight, and you felt another orgasm coming. 

“Mmm, I-I’m about to-

You were cut off mid-sentence. 

“Don’t cum just yet, I’ll tell you when you can,” Cam said mid-groan. 

And you did exactly what he said; you didn’t release just yet, even though you wanted to. You were rolling your hips, trying to prevent yourself from coming just yet. 

“Fuck, ma,” Cam groaned. 

He wanted you both to release at the same time. As he felt himself nearing release, you were given the signal to release as well. 

“Cum baby, go ahead now” 

Both cumming at the same time, his warm fluid filling your clit. After the two of you are finished, you both clean each other up and part ways, with him heading to his room and you heading to your and Isaiah’s room. 

Slipping back into bed carefully.

The morning comes, and you wake up to see Isaiah sitting in a chair in front of him. His facial expression is full of anger, and he has a cup full of whiskey in his hand. 

“I invite this guy into my house to mentor him, and what does he do, nah what do you two do? Oh yeah, have sex,” Isaiah says. 

You already knew he would see it on the cameras around the house.

You get up and ignore him; it’s too early to argue already. As you're walking away, he comes behind you and pins you against the wall roughly.

 “You leaving me for him?” He asked. First thing on his mind besides football, and he felt like he was losing both. 

“No, but if you let him take your spot, I will leave you,” you said coldly. 

Cameron Cade was cute, and the sex was good, but not better than with Isaiah. Neither were you going to let him take everything away from the both of you—the fame, Money, Fans, absolutely not. So you needed to remind Isaiah what to do. 

Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x female!reader

a/n: first fanfic in a while should I continue it? If I do I guarantee smut will be added.

contains: small dirty talk, small amount of cursing, toxic relationship, unresolved feelings, cheating

Summary: You and Dean are exes who are both in new relationships. Both of you act as if you moved on, but you haven’t. What happens when you see each other at a party?

Music blasted through the house as laughter, chants, and singing filled every corner of the packed party. You arrived there with your new boyfriend, Nathan. You met him on Campus shortly after the explosive breakup with Dean.

It started as friends, and later progressed to a relationship. He was there for you, but... it wasn’t the same. Dean was still in the back of your mind, and it had been months since you two broke up, and he’s with Allie, the girl he told you not to worry about.

You always wonder if he lied to you and was with Allie secretly while he was with you, but that’s in the past, and now you're happy with Nathan, and he’s happy with Allie. You at least tell yourself.

You and Nathan were walking around the party, looking for your friends. “Nathan,” some guy screamed very loudly across the room. You two turned around to see John Logan walking towards him.

“John, what’s up?”

Nathan replied while dabbing John up.

Then John turned to you, surprised.

“Hey Y/n, surprised to see you here and with Nathan,” John said sarcastically. Nathan got a drink and came back. “This was the girl I was telling you about, John. Yesterday was our eight-month mark.” That surprised John even more.

John would always see you and Dean together. He thought you two would be together forever. All he knew in this moment was that he was going to tell Dean this. He never stopped talking about you to John, even if he was with Allie.

“Nice, alright, well I gotta go do stuff. Talk to you later, Nathan,”

John told Nathan and walked off.

You thought John’s reaction was weird. Why was he so confused that I was with someone else? His best friend is with another girl, so why can’t I? It made you wonder if Dean talked about you still to him, but no, he couldn’t; he’s with Allie. He wanted to be with her; if he cared, he would have reached out, so you tried your hardest to ignore these thoughts.

Thoughts kept flooding your mind about Dean, excuses after excuses on why he acted how he did, but you couldn’t keep doing that. He had his chance to fix things, and he didn’t, so you're done with him, or so you thought.

“Want to go get a drink and dance?” Nathan asked. While holding your waist softly, he noticed you seemed off and wanted to lighten your mood the best he could.

“Yeah babe, that sounds nice,” You replied.

Both of you walked towards the bar, where a lot of people were. The bar was crowded, filled with people who were laughing, playing games, and making out.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked.

Nathan was about to order until you interrupted.

“Can I get one regular iced tea and a beer?” You ordered

You already knew what Nathan wanted, and you didn’t want to drink any alcohol because you knew you could get crazy.

“Got it,” the bartender replied. She handed me the drinks, and I handed Nathan his. “Thanks, babe,” He said. “Of course, baby. Now let’s go dance and have fun,” You told Nathan.

He noticed your mood seemed lighter and liked it. He didn’t like seeing you upset. You told him, while leading him to the dance floor, that both of you were on the dance floor dancing, having fun. Until you noticed Dean and Allie cross the floor.

You froze.

Seeing Dean after months with Allie, not just on social media, made you feel something you'd been trying to put to the side. You were angry, sad, annoyed, confused, and Nathan could see it all over your face.

“What’s wrong?” Nathan asked.

“Nothing,” you replied.

Nathan thought to himself that maybe he was overthinking it until he spotted Dean across the room staring right at you. He turned to look at you, but he noticed that your eyes were on Dean as well.

Dean and I were looking right at each other. He was with Allie, so why was he looking at me? I turned to Nathan. I didn’t want him to notice, but he already did, so I quickly ignored Dean.

“Don’t think nothing of it; it was just weird for a second seeing Dean. I’m over it though,” You told Nathan convincingly. “Okay, I understand,” Nathan replied, believing you. You ignored Dean and kept dancing with Nathan.

Until Nathan received a call.

“Hey, what’s up?” Nathan replied and walked off to answer the call.

You were now alone on the dance floor, standing there awkwardly, turning to your right and noticing Dean was staring at you again while talking with Allie. John Logan walks up to him, whispering something in his ear. He makes a look and nods his head while not breaking eye contact.

After a couple of minutes, Nathan still doesn’t arrive back. So you decide to look for him. You walk around the party looking for Nathan, but he’s nowhere to be found. “Looking for your boyfriend?” A familiar voice whispers in your ear.

You turn around, and it’s Dean.

“It’s none of your business who I’m looking for.” You replied. Dean laughs. “I think I saw him with some blonde girl going upstairs to one of the bathrooms,” Dean said. Immediately, your face drops, thoughts running through your mind: “Is he lying?” “Nathan has been gone for a while; maybe he is cheating.” “How did he notice?”

“You're lying, Di Laurentis, pretty pathetic,” You said hostilely.

Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed you a video. It was Nathan walking and laughing with a blonde-haired girl while his hand was around her waist, who was in one of your majors. You knew they were friends; he told you they were just friends, just like Dean told you Allie was just a friend. Why was this happening again? More importantly, why was Dean telling you?.

“Hm, guess you and him have something in common, both liars.” You started to walk off.

Dean grabbed your arm, not aggressively, though. Softly with a grip. You turned your body to face him; now you two were making eye contact. A part of you was mad that he was telling you this, but a part of you didn’t care either about Nathan. You loved Nathan; he was there for you after you and Dean broke up, but a part of you always felt like he was a rebound.

“I never lied to you,” Dean replied honestly.

“So what do you call you and Allie, huh? You told me you and Allie were just friends while we were together, but a couple of days after we broke up, you were with her. So were you fucking her the whole time we were together or just waiting to fuck her after we broke up?” You said, furiously, without breaking eye contact.

You could tell by Dean’s face that he didn’t know how to explain it. A part of you could tell he was sorry, but that wasn’t enough, is what you told yourself, at least.

“I never fucked her while I was with you. I was loyal to you the whole time, but let’s not act like you're innocent either. After me and you broke up, you ran to that random Nathan as quick as I ran to Allie,” Dean said coldly

“Whatever, I don’t care about you nor what you have to say.” That’s all you could say. You knew he was right, but Allie was always in the picture. Nathan wasn’t what you were telling yourself, but a part of you knew he was right.

“You don’t care about me, but you still view my stories, sweetheart,” Dean said.

“And so do you,” You replied.

Dean stepped closer and whispered in your ear

“Because I still care about you, but at least I can admit that”

You turned red. All those feelings you were trying to hide from him all showed on your face.

“And I miss how you used to ride me,” Dean said while smirking.

His saying that flipped a switch in your mind. You immediately pulled him towards you and started making out with him, not caring who was around or who was watching, and Dean loved every minute of it.