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this was nasty friend🧍🏽♀️
Cameron Cade x Black Reader
🜼 summary: part two to "Show Me" three months later, you and popular football player Cameron Cade are now in an established relationship, and tonight he plays in the biggest game of the season, with your support.
🜼 content: its gameee day bbyy, football terms, fluff, more fluff, use of the n word, use of pet names (mama, baby), L-bomb drop, nipple play, brief mentions of spit, oral both receiving, praise, squirting
🜼 A/N: we're back by popular demand *wink, wink* thank you guys for showing so much love to Show Me. continue to share with me what you would like to see! enjoy part two, my cherries <3
(Keep in mind, this is a continuation of my previous fic, please go read that one first if you haven't already.)
"Cameron, stop doing that," you mumble for the umpteenth time. He was currently standing behind you, biting your neck as you tried to brush your teeth. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts his head, resting his chin on your shoulder. You had just woken up to get ready for your classes, and Cam had been up since five a.m because of his early practice… it was now nine a.m. You would think getting up so early to practice would tire him out, maybe even slow him down a little, but instead, Cameron Cade had been all in your personal space, acting like a bad ass little kid ever since you woke up.
After that night nearly four months ago, Cameron had pretty much claimed you as his. He ended up leaving your apartment early that morning, and you went all day with no word from him, so you concluded that it was just one and done; that was, until he showed up at your apartment later that night with food and apologies.
"I ain't never really been in a relationship, and explaining myself isn't really what I do. But I realized how fucked up that was to you, and I never really had to do that communicating shit, but since you my girl now, I'mma just be one romantic, communicating and over-explaning ass nigga."
Ever since then, he was on his game about making sure there was never any confusion or doubt about your relationship, and if it was, he made sure to clear that shit up quickly. If Cameron Cade was anything, he is a man of his word. He started to pick you up every day, so the two of you could drive to campus together, he walks you to your first class of the day, and still manages to be on time for his, he takes you out on dates even when his schedule is busy, buys you flowers weekly, and communicates effectively. This one surprised you, but he actually asked you to be his girlfriend. When you brought it up to him that you thought he wasn't going to do it, he accused you of 'insulting his character.'
He had a habit of taking you home at the end of the day and telling, not asking, you to pack a bag so you could go back to his apartment with him. Of course, you went every time, but you still felt he needed to know that it was something that needed to be asked. When you brought it up to him, he respectfully told you that he didn't care and that he does what he wants, then proceeded to carry your bags to his car without a word. Needless to say, you never brought it up again.
Seeing the romantic and protective side of Cameron Cade had you falling quickly. A part of you felt guilty for moving on so quickly after your last relationship, but when you had a conversation about it with your best friend, she simply told you that: "Another man's loss is another man's gain. Especially when that man is doing it right," and when you sat and thought about it, you decided to stop feeling guilty for it.
After you finished getting ready for your classes, you go out into the living room at Cameron's apartment and see him sitting on the couch with his face buried into his phone, mindlessly scrolling. To know him was to know he didn't really do anything that was outside of his usually structured self, and when he did, it was because he was in his head.
Tomorrow, he had a game that was possibly the biggest game of his career. Not only was your school playing your rival school on your home turf, but it was the last game of the season. Which meant that this game meant everything, not only for your school but for him. As the quarterback, all of the responsibility fell on his shoulders. You could tell the pressure was starting to eat him more and more ever since winning their last game. He had noise coming from all directions. His teammates, his family, people around campus, the world. Also, the internalized battle that he has with the constant need to feel like he needs to make his father proud. To prove himself to the people who compare him to the 'GOAT'— legendary quarterback, Isaiah White. To prove himself to the talk show hosts who get on their microphones dailand wonder if he is going to be the next 'Him'. This game basically determined everything he had worked so hard for his entire life.
Although you knew you could never fully understand the weight on his shoulders, you knew you could help ground him and bring him back down when his mind started to go elsewhere. So, as you watched him scroll to the next video without an expression on his face, you decided to walk over and gently take the phone out of his hand and set it on the armrest of the couch. Afterwards, you gently grasp his chin in your hands and put your knees up on each side of his thighs, sitting down in his lap and straddling him. "Hey," you say softly. After a few seconds, he brings that blue-green gaze to yours.
"I know this pressure is a lot for you, and I know you feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, but the only thing you need to do right now is be Cameron. Be the man the younger version of you expects you to be. Be the man who knows that he worked his ass off to get to where you are right now. You continued to put all the work in despite the challenges and the noise. Own that shit. The only person you have something to prove to is yourself. You're gonna make that little boy and your dad proud tomorrow." You place your hand on his chest. You knew he wasn't going to respond verbally, so you waited until he gave you a small nod before getting up from his lap to get your stuff together for your classes.
The drive to your university was smooth. You could tell that your words lightened Cameron's mood a little. His usual personality was starting to show, and he was being more talkative. Once he parked, the two of you got out, and Cam grabbed both of your bags from his backseat. "Ouu, big strong man carrying both bags." You bit your finger and giggled. He gave you the same side eye he always did, but still cracked a smile nonetheless.
Once you reached your class, you took your bag off Cameron's shoulder and motioned for him to lean down so you could press a kiss to his lips. "Thank you, have a good day, okay?" You fought the urge to say those words that were at the tip of your tongue, but you feared you would scare him off if you did. "I will, you too, Mama. Pay attention in class, aight?" he presses another kiss to your lips before he walks off. You watch him for a few more seconds as he daps a few people up in the hallway, and when he turns the corner, you head into your class.
After all of your classes were done, you decided to meet up with your best friend. The two of you found a quiet place to get caught up on a bit of work so you would not have anything to worry about this upcoming weekend. A little bit later, Cameron texted you to let you know that he was still taking you home after his practice tonight. You tried to oblige because it wouldn't make sense for him to go through the extra work when you could just ride home with your best friend…whom you lived with. But no, of course, Cameron Cade can't take no for an answer and is having you stay on campus for two extra hours just so he can drive you home. Luckily, your best friend stayed with you, no question. You both ended up talking and laughing over stupid shit, which made the time fly by faster.
"You look happy, babe. I'm loving the smile that man puts on your face every day." Your best friend bumps her shoulder into yours as the two of you walk to the parking lot. "Thank you, he makes me feel things I never did with my ex." You shrugged, and she smiled. "I love to see it, your fuck ass ex lied, he tried, Cameron Cade in five." She gives you a goofy look, and the two of you bust out laughing. "Get the fuck on!" You wiped the tear about to leave your eyes at her goofy ass. Ever since the two of you had been friends, she had never taken anything seriously. After calming down, the two of you hug. "See you inna lit bit, babe. Be safe." You tell her the same, and watched to make sure she got to her truck safely before continuing your walk towards the football field.
The sunset was pretty. You were the type who took pictures of everything. So expectantly, when you got halfway to your destination, you pulled out your phone to capture the orange and pink hues of the sky. "Y/N," annoyance runs through your body at the sound of that voice. "Oh, you're ignoring me now?" You finally turned around and stared at the man you were once in love with. "I don't have shit to say to you." Looking at him, you did not understand how you did not see the signs. Last month, as you were doing your daily scroll through your social media, you saw a post pop up on the feed of your ex and the girl from the party. That wasn't the strange part— what got you was the caption: "five months with my heart <3." Your brain immediately started doing the calculating. This nigga was in another relationship with someone else way before you broke up. Meaning, he was cheating on you. At this point, you could assume it was for half, if not your entire, relationship.
"Oh, now you don't have shit to say to me? What about the text messages begging for a response after our breakup? You just forgot about that now that you're someone else's girl of the month?" He smacks his teeth, and you cringe at his rebuttal. Stupid ass. "You trying to one-up me like that holds weight, that shows you saw my pain amusing. Like I said, I have nothing to say to you. It's forever fuck you, lame ass nigga." You roll your eyes.
"Fuck me? How—" his words were cut off when you hear your name being called from behind you. You look behind you and meet the eyes of your handsome boyfriend, who has an emotionless look on his face as he looks at the weirdo behind you.
"Come on, baby." He holds his hand out as you start walking towards him. "Oh, so this nigga got you doing whatever he says like a fucking dog?" Your ex calls back from behind you. You turn to defend yourself when Cameron beats you to it. "Aye, watch yo mouth nigga. You better have heard what she said, though. It's forever fuck yo lame ass." Cameron sighed and shook his head. Then took the bag off your shoulders and grabbed your hand as the two of you walked to his car.
"How come you didn't want me to ride home with my best friend?" You asked Cameron when he got back to the car after getting your food. He shrugged. "Once I turn in tonight, I won't see or hear from you until tomorrow night, basically. It's a long-ass night of meetings and a longer-ass day on that field. You help me feel grounded. Just being in your presence makes shit better. The feeling is unfamiliar, so I can't really explain it. But, you my peace, and I just needed to be with you before stuff got chaotic."
You couldn't think of anything to say to that because it was true; the next twenty-four hours were going to be different for him. On the night before big games, the team has to spend the night at a hotel to limit distractions. They have to give up all of their electronics. Which meant no communication with anyone on the outside, given how big this game was for Cameron. Even tomorrow, he was going to be on a strict schedule that required his undivided attention. "I understand." It made you feel happy that he wanted to be in your space. Being with Cameron has opened up so many emotions in relationships that you didn't even think were possible. Although you couldn't help but wonder what his end goal was. After he wins tomorrow and his career blows up, what will be left for the two of you? "After tomorrow, where does that leave us?" He furrowed his brows and looked at you, confused. "What do you mean?" He asked softly but was looking at you as if he were genuinely confused, and that made you giggle a bit. "When you get too busy, and football is the center of your life… where does that leave us?"
"Football hasn't been the center of my life up until this point, and that will never change. Family is everything to me and I know how to prioritize the people in my life, and I'mma be choosing you and what we have at any time of the day, regardless of how busy I get. I'm gonna make sure I see you or hear your voice at the end of every night." He hands you your bag of wings, fries, and your drink. "Okay, but what if-" He places a finger to your lips. "Woman, eat that food before you irritate me. We gon' be good, ain't shit else to add to it." Well damn.. my bad, you thought as you brought a fry to your mouth. Cameron and his team had been on a strictly enforced diet for the past two weeks, which is why he wasn't scarfing the food down with you. So, you two just talked each other's ear off until you couldn't anymore, and before he dropped you off at your apartment, he pressed kisses all over your face and whispered how much he would miss you, while you did the same and whispered words of encouragement to him.
"You gon wear my number tomorrow?" He says against your lips.
"You better." He kisses you softly.
When you had taken care of your nightly routine and were now lying in your best friend's bed watching a movie half asleep, your phone buzzes with a text.
cam <3: Turning my phone in. Have a good night and be safe. I'll see you tomorrow, Mama.
You smile at it just as your eyes close for the night.
"IT'S GAME DAY!!!!!" You jolt up from a peaceful slumber. Bonnet covering one eye and one boob sticking out of your tank top. This was typical behavior from your best friend. Whenever there is an eventful day ahead, she will wake up with the utmost energy and let everyone in the house know it. "Ughhhh," you lay your head back down on the pillow in an attempt to get more shut-eye, but you feel hands shaking you. "Nope! We've got a big day ahead of us, time to get the day started." She threw the comfortable comforter off your body and walked away. You sighed and sat up, fixing your bonnet and clothes. The clock on her nightstand read ten a.m., and you both had a nail appointment at noon and a hair appointment soon after. "Let me get up," you said to yourself as you got out of bed and stretched.
You had been seeing Cameron at his games, but now that he was your boyfriend, it was something about seeing him locked in and serious that had you excited. Your mind went to how it would be when you saw him later. You were so proud of him and excited to witness his legacy unfold. "Girl, if I see drool on my floor i'mma beat you up." Your best friend says, and you flick her off and head to your room to get ready.
The city was crazy; there were decorations and people everywhere, and every time you checked social media, it was all anyone could talk about. "Oh, this game about to be crazy as hell," your best friend said on the drive back to your apartment. The game started at seven-thirty, and it was currently leading towards four p.m. Which meant it was time for the most heinous and fun part as a girl, getting ready.
Music blasts throughout your apartment, and your room looked an absolute mess by the time you were finished getting ready. You stood in front of the mirror and put on the final touches of your lip combo; you did a twirl to get a good look at your outfit. You wore a long-sleeved off-the-shoulder shirt of your school's colors, you turned around to see the number forty-three, and 'Cade' adorning the top. Then you placed a rubber band on the bottom of half of the shirt and tucked it in, creating a cropped look. You paired it with denim shorts and a gold waist chain through the loops. Your body wave bundles flowed down your back; you looked good as fuck.
With the extra time that you had, you decided to clean up a bit and eat on the couch until your best friend finally emerged from her room. The two of you sat there until it was time to head out. "I'mma need them niggas to be on their A-game tonight. If they mess up my damn parlay I'mma be mad as hell." Your best friend shakes her head. Your jaw dropped when you looked at her. "Girl, you bet on the game?" You grab the black shoulder bag Cameron gifted you from the couch as you await her response. "Hell, yes, I did." She shrugged. "Shid, okay, cause that was right me too." You said. The two of you made eye contact, and you burst out laughing.
It was already packed, and it immediately irritated you. The parking lots were atrocious, which meant you had to park a five-minute drive away from your school, which ended up being an almost twenty-minute walk. Once you got to the football field, you took some pictures for your social media. You made sure to get a picture that was a close-up of the back of your shirt and the last name on the back of it. You planned to be Cameron's biggest supporter tonight, and everyone would know it.
Once you made it past the long line of people, you and your best friend were grateful that a group of your other friends saved the two of you a seat that was somewhat near the field. There were still a few people who sat in front of you, but you still had a clear view of the field. You got there at the beginning, none of the teams had come out onto the field yet, so it was just the usual pre-game shows. The band performing, and the cheerleaders and dancers coming out to perform, set the whole thing in motion.
Soon, every seat in the stadium was filled, and the announcers were getting the crowd hype as they announced the team from your rival school, and they came running onto the field. The people on their side of the stadium go loud, showing love to the boys on the team. You see people holding up signs of the players and more. You could hear a few people from your side showing their disdain for the team, booing and saying other vulgar stuff. But, when it was time to announce the team of your school, the stands went mad. The noise was borderline deafening. You lived in a city that didn't give a fuck about rules, so when you heard horns blaring and confetti popping, you knew this game was going to be a crazy one. You screamed for your team and clapped your hands excitedly when the boys simultaneously ran through the breakaway banner.
When you spotted Cameron's number, you began to cheer and clap louder. He looked good as fuck in his football gear and helmet. You can't really see his face, but by his body language and motions, you could see that he was focused. He ran out onto the field ready to show everyone who he was, and you were proud of him for that. After everything was settled and everyone, including the players were done letting out all of their excitement, the teams gathered on their respective sides for a quick team warmup.
A few minutes later, the stadium announcers get on the mic to tell everyone to revert their attentions to the middle of the field for the coin toss. The captains from both teams go out into the middle of the field. The guys have their helmets off, so you see Cameron's face as he makes his way onto the field with three other guys beside him. You could see as the referees introduce the captains to each other, and all of the guys giving each other handshakes. The lore behind the beef of the two schools was big, so you knew the last thing any of them wanted to do was shake hands… but sportsmanship, I guess.
Once the referee flips the coin into the air, the opposing team calls what side of the coin they want. You watched on the Jumbotron as the coin landed on the ground and the ref bent to see its results. There is more conversing before the ref places his hand on the shoulder of the opposing team's captain, indicating that they were the winners of the coin toss, and they chose to receive the ball.
The teams jog back to their sideline. You watch Cameron as he picks up his helmet and puts it on. His gaze locked intently on the field. You hear groans from some of the people around you and expect to see tension in his body language after losing the coin toss, but his posture and stance remain calm. The kickoff unit from your school runs out onto the field, and a whisper runs over the stadium. Everyone goes quiet in anticipation as the kicker approaches the ball. After he kicks it, the ball goes soaring into the air, and the quietness turns into full chatter as people hoot and holler with excitement. The opposing team catches the ball and immediately begins its turn on offense, but that is crushed quickly when your school's defense team starts swatting down every pass until the opposing team is stranded.
It is now the fourth down, and after failing to score, the kicker from the opposing team is forced to transfer the ball over to your school's team. Their kicker punts the ball one last time, and the ref blows the whistle, confirming the stop. The screams from the stadium hit a new level when the opposing team's offense clears the field. You watch Cameron as he snaps his chin straps into place and runs out to the field to meet his teammates. Your man was finally in the game. You bite your lip as you try to refrain from yelling some childish shit like "that's my man!" He looks so good amongst his teammates, the shoulder pads in his uniform making his back look extra manly. His uniform pants stop at his knees, allowing you to see the muscles of his calves underneath the socks he's wearing. mm mm mm you thought. At this point, you weren't even paying much attention to the game, only him. It wasn't like you knew much about football anyway. As long as your school's team did what they had to do with the ball and won the game, that was all that mattered to you. Cause you did have a parlay riding on this game.
The players line up in a straight row on the field, Cameron standing just behind him. You watch as he leans forward, puts his hands out, and shouts the words that set the game into motion. The ball is snapped, and what happens next is a blur of bodies crashing together and people in the stands shouting. This was exactly why you didn't understand football. To you, it was just men running into each other for three and a half hours. Cameron moves back, his helmet moving as if he is scanning the field. The defenders from the opposing team charge towards him, and he cocks his hand back and throws the ball, which sends it into a spiral flow into the air that seems like forever.
Everyone in the stands holds their breath, your eyes were tracking the ball the entire way, and when your team's wide receiver catches it, a roar is heard beyond the stands. You can hear the announcer's voice over the speakers calling out a thirty-yard gain for your team. "Oh, I'm making some money tonight!" Your best friend looks at you and smacks your shoulder excitedly. Cameron is on the opposing team's defense like crazy. Like he's not giving them niggas a chance to breathe. You can see him gesture something that causes his team to run into a new spot. They line up again and repeat the process. Cameron takes the snap and fakes a handoff to your running back to try to deceive the other team's defense. Afterwards, he throws the ball right down the ten-yard line and into the chest of your team's tight end.
That indicates another first down. It is officially the point in the game where people are done with showing excitement and are now just yelling. The home side of the stadium is screaming for a touchdown from your team. Cameron stands at the line and shouts for the final play call. He takes the snap again and runs back a bit. Defense from the other teams runs through his line in an attempt to tackle him, but Cameron sidesteps him with precision. The receiver from your team opens, and without hesitation, Cameron sends the ball spiraling through the air once again. The receiver catches it just as he crosses the goal line, and the referee's arms shoot up into the air.
"TOUCHDOWN!" the announcer screams over the speakers. You and everyone else on the home side of the stadium jump to their feet and scream. The crowd exploded in applause. Down on the field, the boys are huddled up for a quick celebration, clapping each other on the backs, and dapping each other up. You scream your heart out for Cameron and the others on the team. They had just had the first score of the game.
The second and third quarters pretty much went the same way: the opposing team scored, your team scored. There were even times when neither team scored. You've heard tons of emotions from your side of the stadium throughout the game. And you have heard at least twenty different people shout that the ref was cheating. It was funny to see the passion that certain people have for sports games. Some of them really be on the brink of busting a damn blood vessel in their neck. You used to not understand it until you now have a reason. With Cameron being your boyfriend now, you found yourself calling bullshit at the other team or the ref. But you didn't go overboard.
You watch Cameron play with ease. His motions looked so fluid on the field; he ran so smoothly and threw the ball even smoother. You were really starting to see why people spoke about him the way that they did. He genuinely looked made for this. He was a freaking natural on the field. Even in times of frustration, he handled that shit with grace.
It was now the fourth quarter, with two minutes remaining on the clock, and the game was tight. The refs probably were cheating because your school's team was down by three points. Twenty-one to twenty-four. Your heart was pounding in your chest because this game could go one of two ways. The rival team is on the other side, already starting to celebrate their win.
The ref blows his whistle, and your side of the stadium falls into an eerie silence as Cameron walks up to the ball. He looks over at the opposing team's defense and back at his teammates and yells a loud play call that even you could hear. Cameron takes the snap, and two defenders from the other team immediately break through the line. One has hands reaching for Cameron's jersey, and the other is trying to slam his body into the turf. In one solid move, Cam spins out of their grasp and rolls to the right.
The clock is now on twenty seconds. You watch as Cameron looks left, then right and sees that the receivers on your team are being pressed by the opposing team's defenders which means there is no one to throw the ball to. You can see the moment where Cam makes that split decision to tuck the ball tight against his ribs and takes off running up the field. Defenders from the opposing team try their best to take him down, but he dodges every single one. He's got this. He's going to make it. You say out loud, but you are more so saying it to yourself. The goal line is just five yards away, but then two linebackers from the opposing team move in front of his path, but Cameron doesn't slow down. Instead, you watch as he launches his entire body around the two linebackers.
Everything happens so fast. The entire stadium watches as bodies pile on top of each other. Then, the ref runs over, and time feels like it stops. But he blows his whistle and throws up his hands, signaling a touchdown. The scoreboard above everyone flips to twenty-seven to twenty-four. The stadium erupts. You jump to your feet and scream so loud your throat hurts, your eyes begin to blur with tears as you just witnessed your boyfriend accomplish everything he had been working towards his entire life. You knew after this game, his life was going to change forever.
Cameron and the rest of the boys on his team are on the field screaming at each other. You smile so hard as Cam celebrates with his teammates. The announcer congratulates your team on their win, and people continue to go crazy. Everyone was celebrating with each other, and your best friend grabs your shoulders and begins jumping up and down excitedly, and of course, you join her. You think about how just twenty-four hours ago, you witnessed him in his head about how the day was going to go. You smile to yourself. Weight of the world on his shoulders, and Cameon Cade still came out on top.
It had now been a few hours since the game ended, and the city had been celebrating nonstop. There were countless posts on social media congratulating your school's team on their win, and posts about Cameron Cade and what was next for him. You didn't know how many times you had texted Cameron's phone since the game ended, congratulating him. When he finally responded after not hearing from him all day, your heart practically leaped in your chest.
cam <3: Thank you, baby. I'm on my way to you soon.
Ever since that text, you had been anticipating his arrival. Your best friend had decided to go home for the weekend, so it was just you in the house. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You jumped up and ran towards it, opening it without even checking to see who it was. When your gaze met Cameron's, you immediately jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and hugging him so tight. You press kisses all over his face until he smiles that perfect smile you're obsessed with. He carries you into the house, and you stay in his arms the entire time. He locks the door back, kicks off his shoes, and walks over to the couch and sits down.
You smile brightly. "Congratulations, baby! How are you feeling?" You felt excitement flow through your body again, just like it was at the game. "I feel fucking great." He smiles, and you squeal and clap your hands together. "I'm so happy for you!" You grip his face in your hands and press kisses all over it for the millionth time. Cam wraps his arms around you in a tight grip. "I missed you," he says, leaning forward and kissing you. Reaching up to grip the back of your head so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, and you groan into his mouth. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. "I missed the fuck outta you, mama," he says when the two of you break apart to catch your breath. "I missed you, too, baby."
"It was lowkey torture not being able to see your pretty ass face for all that time. That shit was eating me up." He shakes his head as if he couldn't believe it himself, and you laugh at his antics. "You just love me, and that's okay." You shrug with a smile, and almost immediately, you realize what you had just said and freeze. "Oh shit, I didn't mean it like that," you scrambled to find the words, "I just meant it like." You sigh and press your forehead into the palm of your hand. After the silence starts physically killing you, you look up and see Cameron has a big smile on his face. "What?" you demand. Embarrassment is creeping its way down your spine. "Just enjoying watching you yap. You know I love your ass." He presses a hand to the middle of your back to push you back down into him, but you press a hand into his chest to stop him. "How was I supposed to know? We had never said it!" you exclaimed.
"I didn't know when it say it either!" he raises his voice another octave to match yours. The two of you bust out laughing. "Tell me again," you said softly. "I love you," he says.
He pushes on the middle of your back again so your chests are pressed against each other. "I love you so much, Mama. You love me?" You nod. "I love you the most."
"Damn, not you tryna out-love a nigga." he smirks, and you laugh softly. "Tell me again." he licks his lips, his eyes starting to lower. You position your face directly in front of his. "I love you," you press a kiss to his cheek. "I love you," you kiss his other cheek. "I love you," you kiss his neck. "I love you," you finally press a kiss to his lips that has you both groaning into each other's mouths.
"I want you, Cam." You whine into the air when he starts trailing kisses down your neck. "Yeah?" his voice was hoarse and deep. He continued to kiss down your shoulder, sliding the strap of your tank top down to continue his descent. He lifts his head and awaits your response before he pulls down the front of your tank top, exposing your full breasts. You hear him goan and palm them in his hands, tweaking your nipples while looking up at you and subtly biting his lip. "How much you want me?" Your moans get slightly louder when he pinches your nipples and soothes them with soft rubs. "Ughh, so much." You threw your head back in pleasure. "Cam, please." You start to pant, and you move your head down to stare into his eyes. He breaks eye contact first and leans up and lets a trail of spit leave his lips and fall onto your nipples, he does the same with the other side, and begins to massage your nipples in his hands. He reverts his gaze to you as your pants begin to get louder. He repeats the process of tugging and pinching at your nipples and soothing them with gentle but firm rubs.
You slam your mouth onto his as you come apart on his lap without him even touching you. Both of you broke apart with heavy pants. He stands, and your legs instantly wrap around his waist. He starts the short walk to your bedroom and lays you down softly on the bed. He leans up and takes off his hoodie and shirt at the same time, as always, leaving only his gold chain adorning his neck. You don't even bother waiting for him to take off your shirt. You never wear bras to bed, so your breasts spill out as soon as the tank top is off. Cameron leans back down and kisses you again. Your legs found their place wrapped around his waist again. "Thank you for showing support to me, that shit means the world, baby." He stares into your eyes with a look of longing, the love he has for you evidently showing. "Of course, I will always be there for you." You kiss his cheek and smile, and he returns it. When he bends down to take off your sleep shorts, you stop him. "Hold on," he immediately backs away, and you stand. "Can I?" He nods, and you grip the hem of his sweatpants and push them down, along with his boxers. His long and girthy dick springs free, and you lick your lips at the sight of it. "Lay down on the bed… I want to try something." You had given Cameron oral before, but this time you wanted to do things a bit differently. He furrows his eyebrows but still listens.
He lies down on his back, and once he is settled, you sit on his lap in reverse cowgirl and back up until your ass is pressed against his chest. Once you bend down, you hear his cuss behind you. "Fuck, Y/N." You grip his dick in your hands and lick the bead of precum that was spilling out of the head. He hisses behind you when you take his dick into your mouth. The moment his surprise snaps, he is wrapping his arms around your waist and yanking your body up his chest a bit more. Once he has you where he wants you, he presses his entire face into your pussy. "Cam!" You gasp when he sucks your clit into his mouth. You try not to get distracted by it, but the sensations just feel too good. You move your hand up and down his shaft when your mouth is occupied by your moaning. You lock in and suck him into your mouth once again, relaxing your throat so you could take more of him into your mouth. "Fuck, mama." The vibrations from his mouth on your pussy caused you to whimper.
Your head began bobbing up and down his shaft, using your hand with a tight grip on what you couldn't reach. You lift your head to spit on his dick and move it up and down to spread it. His mouth was still attacking your pussy with expertise. Licking up and down your shaft and dipping his tongue into your hole, and licking up to your clit. He repeats that process a few times until you feel that familiar sensation building in your stomach. You take his dick out of your mouth as you moan loudly.
"Cammm— oh my gosh," your eyes roll into the back of your head. The pressure on your clit mixed with the vibrations of his groaning had you exploding into his mouth. "Yess, let all that shit go," He presses his mouth back onto your pussy as you writhe on his face. He slurps up everything that your body produces and after he does that, he spits on your pussy to suck it up again. You were completely spent when your orgasm began to die down. He smacks your ass hard and pushes your body down until your ass is back in his lap. You rise a bit until his dick is aligned with the opening of your pussy and sit down. This position was new for you; the sensations this position gave you were new. You found yourself gasping and rising back up, but Cameron softly pushes you down as you whine. "Nuh-uh. You can take this dick, baby." When you are all the way seated, Cam sits up, pressing his back to your chest and grips your chin, turning your head to the side so he could press his mouth onto yours. "You taste your good ass pussy on my lips?" He bites your bottom lip, and you nod frantically.
"Relax, mama. Open up for me." He reaches his hands up to tweak your nipples again, causing you to moan in pleasure. Little by little, you felt your body getting more relaxed. When you were ready, you moved slowly. Back and forth in his lap. "Ohh, Fuckkk," you cried out. This position had his dick pressed against your G-spot no matter which way you moved. You decided to lean down and wrap your hands around his legs and bounce on his dick. Cam smacks your ass as you moan loudly. "The fuck are you doing to me, baby, huh?" He smacks your ass again, and again, and again. Eventually, your knees get tired, so you press your back against his chest again. He wraps one of his hands around your throat and moves the other to your clit, moving it in slow circles. "You tryna be nasty for daddy tonight, aint you, mama?" He begins to move his hips with yours, and your back arches. He trails kisses down your back. "I love that." He moans.
"Cam, I'm gonna cum!" you whine. You found yourself panting loudly. "Yeah?" He removes his hand from your throat to kiss your neck. "Do it, then," his deep voice says in your ear. You cum on a silent scream. Your orgasm hit you so hard you screamed when your voice finally found you again. Cameron massages your clit until you come down from your high. "Lie down on the bed." He says. You rise until his dick falls out of you, and then you lie your back onto the soft mattress below you. Cameron stands from the bed and grabs your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed and gripping the backs of your thighs, pressing your ankles into your chest. "So pretty," he groaned at the sight of you all spread out for him.
He pushes back into you in one swift motion and slams his mouth against yours at the same time. He wastes no time in pounding into you at a relentless pace. You wrap your arms around his neck instantly, your bodies finding home pressed against each other. "I love you," Your moans were starting to blend into each other's. "I love you, too, mama, I swear I do." When he lifted, he pressed your knees further into your chest, and his strokes became deeper, faster. Your breasts bounce against your chest with each of his strokes. The tip of his dick is constantly knocking against your G-spot, and you suddenly feel a rare feeling of release wash over you that immediately has you about to panic. You try your best to hold off on it. "Cam!" He picks up his speed just a little, and your eyes roll back. "I know, baby. Don't hold it, you know what daddy wants to see."
After a few more strokes, you relax your body again. "I'm cummingggg," you scream. You feel splashes of liquid hit your inner thighs, and you look down to see it spurting out of your pussy. A smile crosses Cameron's face at the sight of you squirting for him. "Good girl," he pulls out and moves his dick back and forth on your pussy, prolonging your orgasm and making more liquid come out of you. "This is all me, you take my dick so well, baby."
He sits down on the bed and pulls you up until his dick is aligned with your pussy, then he sits you all the way down. He grabbed your ass into his hands and started moving you up and down. "Daddy, that feels so gooddd," you throw your head back in pure ecstasy. He lets one of your ass cheeks go and grabs your breast. Kneeding and molding the flesh into his hands. You don't know how many times you had came tonight and you didn't give a fuck. "Come for me. I wanna feel you squeezing around me. Can you do that?" Your faces were directly in front of each other, eyes never leaving. When you nodded, you began to rock in his lap more feverishly. "Look at me," he commanded when your eyes closed in pleasure.
"You feel that?" he whispers. He was most definitely rearranging your organs, and you had no complaints. "I dooo, baby," you pant. Both of you grind into each other until you cum at the same time, groaning and moaning into the air and holding each other close as you both come down from your highs. He presses your lips to his in a slow, nasty kiss. "Aye, you better stop. Before I'm ready to go again, I'm tryna be gracious with yo' ass." He smacks your ass, and you laugh and get off his lap.
Cameron gets off the bed and grabs you in his arms, carrying you to the shower. You both take turns washing each other's bodies, sharing kisses every time you saw the opportunity to. Once you were done, he wrapped a towel around you and carried you back into your bedroom and set you down on the bed. He took his time lotioning your skin and putting another pajama set on you.
An hour later, and you were now watching a movie, cuddled up, you fell asleep with your head on the chest of the man you had fallen completely in love with.
atp, finna just start writing books on wattpad lmaoooo. the way i was on google searching up everything related to football cause ya girl knows nothingggg about that sport so plsss put down the gun!
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