Here For Multifandoms & Art (Rhea Ripley’s Wife)

Cameron’s football practices have been long. Longer than usual and it’s been rubbing you the wrong way for awhile but you never said anything.

After he missed another planned date—which was supposed to be movie night—you were officially fed with him. You stayed up on couch with a cold bowl of popcorn, waiting for him to come in.

It was nearly 2am when he stepped in the house. He cut on the lights to see you sitting there, tapping your manicured nail on your knee.

“Baby I mean’t to call but-”

“I don’t wanna hear it Cameron.” You held up your hand before he could finish speaking. “I’ve been listening to excuses for weeks! It seems like every time we plan something, you end up having practice. You’re too busy in the day to try to even make plans, so I really don’t know what to do anymore! And-”

Just as you were about to continue your rant, Cameron dropped his bags of heavy football equipment at the door and walked into the living room. He dropped to his knees in front of you without a word.

Cameron's face was ridden with tiredness as he kneeled there. "Baby.." He swallowed hard, looking up at you. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how much this was hurting you—hurting us." His eyes flickered between your furious expression and the uneaten popcorn on the coffee table. The pain he caused was evident.

Without asking, he reached out slowly then gently took one of your hands in both of his—roughed up from practice—and pressed a kiss to your knuckles like a prayer for forgiveness.

He began to direct his kisses to your knees that were pressed together as you sat with your feet under you.

“Now are you gonna keep arguing or let me apologize the right way?” He looked up at you again, more assertively this time. His hands moved up past your knee, and began rubbing your thighs—higher and higher.

Your breath caught and your anger melted away into a different kind of heat. When you didn’t answer, he hooked his thumbs behind your knees and parted your legs.

“Are you gonna answer me or do I have to answer for you?”

“Apologize the right way…” You breathed out. He dragged your body forward to the edge of the couch and gazed at the wet patch on your lacy panties.

His thumb pressed down into your center, making you squirm. “You sitting here yelling at me knowing you’re soaking like you’re in heat.” He mumbled without even looking back up at you.

You couldn't even form a sentence before his fingers hooked onto the fabric and slid them to the side, revealing your dripping pussy to the cold air.

He leaned in, blowing air into that little button teasingly before diving in and licking from your entrance to your clit and wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh my- Cameron!” You gasped out loud as he suckled hard on your clit whilst swirling his tongue around it.

“Feel good, don’t it?” he groaned into you.

His hand splayed across your stomach, holding you down while he feasted on you. Argument and problems were far gone out of your mind.

Your mind was blank except for the way your boyfriend was eating you out, and it was really fucking good.

“Feels so fucking—shit—good!”

That feeling began to build up in your lower half the more Cameron lapped at your juices flowing out like nectar.

“I’m gonna cum, Cam.”

He smirked up at you and stroked two fingers up and down your slit before sliding them in, joining his mouth in the pleasure.

“Go ahead and cum for me, Ma.” He wasted no time curling and thrusting his fingers while still flicking his tongue around your clit.

Your back arched off the couch the best it could with his hand holding you down. Your words turned into incoherent rambles as he fingered and licked you into an intense orgasm.

“Good fucking job…” he teased mockingly, chuckling after.

“Shit, shit, shittt…” The orgasm was prolonged by Cameron’s fingers that were still plunging into you but now at a slower pace. He made sure to get all that he could out of you.

“Look at all that goodness…” He mumbled and leaned in to clean up the mess between your legs with his tongue. After about a minute, he lifted his head and sucked your release off his fingers.

“I’m sorry again. I’ll talk to Coach, try to get some days off.” He rose off his knees and bent down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

What caught you by surprise was him scooping you up bridal style and hauling you to your shared bedroom.

You and Tyriq stumbled into the semi dark hotel room, bumping into each other and giggling. You two had just gotten back from Tyriq’s birthday dinner where y’all both got tipsy and touchy which led to calling an uber to leave early.

Leaving his own birthday party to fuck was crazy but neither of you cared at the moment.

As soon as Tyriq closed the door with his foot he began to start walking you towards the bed. Once the back of your legs hit the bed, he pushed you down onto it.

“Remember what you promised me?” He asked while leaning down to hover over you.

A few weeks ago, Tyriq asked if for his birthday, you’d sit on his face.

It was something you’d always felt opposed to but with some liquid courage and your man’s encouragement…You were down.

“Yes.” You nodded your head and scooted up the bed.

Tyriq followed you up the bed, stripping his clothes as he went. Once he made it to his dress shirt, he started to fumble with the buttons.

“You taking too damn long to unbutton that shirt.” You burst out into laughter with him falling into laughter right with you.

“Ah fuck it.”

After a few more attempts, he gave up and left the shirt half unbuttoned. He started crawling over to reclaim his position on top of you.

“You sure you wanna do this?” The softness in his voice was definitely a contrast from the look in his eyes. He stared down at your designer dress and how it fit your figure so well, he just wanted to eat you up—well he was about to.

“I’m sure.”

The second the words left your mouth, he wrapped his arm around your waist and flipped you so you were straddling his chest. You reached for the hem of your dress but he pulled your hands away from the hem.

“Keep it on, and get up here.” Tyriq couldn’t wait any longer. You shifted higher, giving him more reach to touch the pink lacy panties you had on. “So pretty. You wore these f’me?”

“I did. Do you like it?”

“Mhm I do.” A loud rrrip went throughout the room. He ripped your panties straight down the middle.

“Tyriq! I thought I told you to stop doing tha-“ A sharp smack to your ass cut you off.

“Shut up and put that pussy on my face.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling. And what did you do? You listened. He formed a tight grip on your hips as he pulled you down onto his face.

He aligned your pussy with his mouth and you didn’t hesitate to close the distance.

Tyriq didn’t waste any time licking from your sopping hole to your clit with his slick pink tongue. Almost immediately, you regretted not doing this any sooner. He always ate you out but the feeling of being on top of him like this was something out of this world.

The room was silent except for your heavy breathing and the sound of Tyriq’s mouth lapping and sucking up all of your juices.

“Fuck, we should’ve been did this.” You looked down at him and his darkened eyes and how drunk he looked—not just off of the alcohol you drank earlier—off of the taste of your pussy.

He hummed against you as a response and pulled back momentarily. “I told you baby.” His voice came out lower and rougher than he last spoke. His enjoyment in giving you pleasure was evident by the way his bulge strained against his jeans.

Tyriq moved you up some more and you felt his tongue slide into your pussy, making you gasp. You could feel him swirling and flicking his tongue inside of you like he was trying to scoop out your orgasm.

You couldn’t help but start rocking your hips against his mouth. A soft yelp left your mouth when his nose nudged against your clit.

“So perfect…” You whispered and groped your breast through your dress. Tyriq didn’t seem to be complaining about his position so you sped up the movement of your hips.

The hums deepened into moans and you looked back over your shoulder to see him rutting against the air. You faced forward again and locked eyes with his hungry stare.

He dragged your hips up and down his mouth, quickening the speed at which they moved. One hand scratched at his low cut hair while the other remained on your breast.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” A breathless laugh left your mouth watching Tyriq close his eyes, relishing in your pleasure and making you feel good.

He smiled against you and held your hips down while he sucked on your clit. “Oh that’s it Ty!” Your body stuttered and you clawed at his scalp even more.

Just as you were about to reach your peak, he pulled away and moved you onto his chest. “W-What?” Your brows furrowed, thighs shaking, and chest heaving.

“You not coming nowhere but my dick right now.” He grumbled and moved you to his lap before sitting up against the headboard. His arms wrapped around your waist to undo his jeans and pull himself out of his underwear.

He wasted no time pulling you flush against his chest and lining his dick up with your pussy and dragging you down onto him.

“This pussy is so warm and wet baby.” He was hardly 3 inches in and he was already losing it. Slowly but surely you sank all the way down onto him, swallowing his thick cock whole.

Tyriq grabbed your ass cheeks and started to guide you up and down his cock. A sniffled moan left your mouth as you two fell into a rhythm.

Your hands flew to his shoulders for stability while he bounced you on his cock. “So deep.” A raspiness left your throat as skin clapped against skin and Tyriq let out a guttural groan right against your neck.

“I love this dick.” Your nails were digging into his shoulders as this point but if anything, it turned him on.

“Mhm you do, my love?” One of his hands moved from your ass to grip your jaw, forcing direct eye contact. You nodded the best you could but he wasn’t taking that for an answer.

“Speak up.” He planted his feet on the bed and slammed up into you. “You love this dick?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed with a moan, back arching and toes curling. It was like the sound of your wet pussy plopping on him got louder the more he spoke to you.

“That’s my good girl. Keep riding me just like that.” He looked you up and down like you were a 5 course meal. He stopped your hips for a split second just to pull your dress over your head.

“Needed to see this body. So pretty, so mine.” A gasp left your mouth when he wrapped his lips around your nipple while he pinched and pulled at your other one.

While he was sucking on your boobs, he continued his thrust up into you. He was holding you so lovingly while fucking you like he hated you.

The pleasure was getting to be too much. You were reaching your climax sooner than expected which is exactly what Tyriq wanted.

He felt the way you tightened around him, and the way your moans got pitchier. He pulled off your nipple, leaving it covered in saliva.

“Need you to cum for me.” His voice came out a bit shaky, as if he was on the verge of release with you. His thumb trailed down your stomach until it reached your twitching neglected clit.

He almost immediately got to work and started rubbing it in rough circles. “I love you so much.” You whimpered and grabbed his face and leaned forward to kiss him.

Your tongues and teeth clashed together messily. His thrusts never faltered or slowed. He was gonna bring you to that orgasm no matter what.

You pulled back with a string of saliva disconnecting from your lips as well. “I’m about to cum,” you threw your head back towards the ceiling and started to bounce yourself.

“You so pretty when you’re right on the edge. Look at me.” He tapped your cheek. You looked back down at him and how intense his gaze was.

“I’m gonna cum for you baby.” Your lips quivered as you pulsed around him, signaling how close you were. “I’m right there with you, honey. Let it all out for me.”

After a few more rough thrusts, a rush of pleasure ran up your spine. Your eyes fluttered shut and nails dug into the back of his neck as you came.

At the same time, Tyriq buried himself inside you, spilling loads deep while holding your hips down against him.

After about a minute of panting and heavy breathing, Tyriq slid out of you and pulled you against his chest, tucking your head under his chin.

A light sheen of sweat coated his body and you could feel his heart beating right where yours was. He kissed the top of your head.

Football practice had been kicking Cameron’s ass, leaving him with throbbing headaches and a fresh set of bruises along his ribs. This was his first weekend off since the season started and all he wanted to do was spend time with his wife and relax.

As soon as he stepped into your shared home, he followed your scent to the kitchen where you were eating a sandwich. “Hello my love.” Your face immediately softened and mouth turned into a smile. You leaned up from the kitchen island and walked over to him.

The heavy gear bag slipped from his shoulder, hitting the floor forgotten as his arms wrapped around your waist. You squeezed him back which caused him to groan. You pulled away almost instantly. “More bruising?” You didn’t even have to ask; you knew football took a toll on his body and it pained you to see him like this.

“Baby i’m fine. I just need to relax,” He paused leaned back in to kissed you softly. “With you.” The reassurance only made you feel somewhat better but you still worried about him.

“Whatever, I just started the sauna. Take these sweaty ass clothes off and come on.” He groaned exaggeratedly as you shoved past him, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed as you swayed down the long hallway towards your in home gym, which had a sauna connected to it.

The coolness of the gym simmered away as soon as you stepped into the sauna. You peeled off your clothes, that were already sticking to your body, and tossed them to the bench outside the door. Cameron finally made his way in, just as you were grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself.

“I missed the show?” He pouted, getting rid of his articles of clothing the closer he got to the heat. As he got closer, you could see where the bruising impacted him the most. Red, purple, blues marks scattered all over. He wrapped a towel around his waist and closed the door behind him.

The two of you, sat on benches opposite of each other and he watched you as you watched him. Your eyes lingering on the bruises along his ribs.

“Hey, look at me.” He called softly and you snapped out of your trance and met his eyes. “I’m good. I swear.” You didn’t utter another word, just nodded and got up. The heat wrapping around you the more you moved. You walked a few steps and sat gently on his lap, mindful of his sides.

“This okay?”

He nodded and his hands slid up to your hips instinctively. “I missed you baby.” You rubbed at his tense shoulders soothingly and felt all the tension from the past weeks wash away.

His fingers slid to your thighs, digging into them. Your skin was sticking to his like glue, the more the thin towel was starting to ride up. His soft blue eyes now dark with hunger, and a hint of exhaustion.

“I’ve been stuck in practices and conference rooms for weeks,” He rasped, leaning forward and pulling you chest to chest with him, not even caring about his minor injuries anymore.

“Not able to smell you..” His nose found it’s way to your neck and inhaled deeply. He could smell that sweet vanilla scent you always wore that drove him crazy.

“Touch you…” He rasped and his heated hands slid higher up your thighs until they reached your ass and gave it a possessive squeeze.

“Kiss you.” He mumbled in your neck and left a soft peck there before moving up. He teased and kissed you all over your face, avoiding where you needed his lips the most.

“Cam…” You began but he hushed you and leaned in, colliding your lips together in a deep passionate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss got deeper.

This is what you’ve needed—what you both needed. Every time you two spent time apart, you came back 10x stronger and that’s what made you work.

He lifted your hips while keeping his lips locked with yours and pulled the towels off the both of you. He sat your bare ass against his still clothed lap.

Cameron started guiding your hips against his bulge. He had that smug smirk on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Stop teasing! I thought you missed me.” Laughter erupted between the two of you and Cameron shifted to pick you up and laid you on the bench.

“Wait your ribs-” He hushed you and slid his underwear down and tossed them aside. “A couple of bruised ribs aren’t stopping me from greeting my girl properly. “Now legs up.”

One leg was pressed against the wall and the other was dangling off the sauna bench. Cameron looked down at the beautiful mess between your legs in awe.

“All this,” He dragged his tip through your soaked folds. “For me, pretty?” You squirmed when he tapped it against your clit.

You gave him a look that told him to stop playing. He snickered a bit before lining himself up and pushing into you. Both of you let out an exhale of relief.

It had been too long since you had each other like this and Cameron was gonna make sure he made up for the weeks he was away.

“I missed how warm this pussy is.” He groaned and gripped the back of your knee, pushing your leg further down. He was hardly moving, just merely admiring what he did to you.

The first roll of his hips had chills going up your spine and eyes fluttering to the back of your head. He leaned down the best he could and cradled your head.

“Look at me, baby.” Another slow but deep thrust from him, along with the sound of his voice, made your eyes open. He was looking down at you with those darkened blue eyes.

Your hands clawed at the edge of the bench and the wall next to your head. You didn’t want to grab him out of fear of worsening his pain. Cameron started a steady rhythm that had you struggling to maintain eye contact.

From the angle at which he was holding your head, you could see where the two of you connected and how much you were coating his cock with your slickness. “I missed you so much.” You whispered as your eyes flickered between his and where the two of you connected. He let out a small hum in response and kept going—clearly lost in the pleasure.

You raised one of your hands and cupped his face. Without thinking, you pushed your thumb against his lips which he gladly took into his mouth. His hips never faltered; if anything, they sped up.

“You look so good like this.” You moaned. “Fucking me so good, my love.” He moaned around your thumb in response and you slid it out. You wanted to hear him loud and clear.

“I love you so much, sweet girl.” His voice was raspy, likely from the humidity of the room. “I love you too.” You breathed out. His hands shifted, one on your boob and the other trailed down your stomach and started circling your clit with his thumb.

Cameron sat up with a few pained groans. He was close and needed close with him. “Come on, baby. I wanna see this pussy gush.” He pushed himself deeper in you while pushing your leg further into your chest.

His efforts to make you cum were working. His fingers rubbed and flicked your nipples, his encouraging yet nasty words filled your ears, and his thumb worked overtime on your clit. It was all pushing you closer to the edge.

When you began squirming and stuttering, he knew he had you. “Come on. Give it to me. You know what I want.” He talked you through it, knowing exactly what to do and say to get you to cum.

A broken cry left your throat and you couldn’t help but grip his arms as your orgasm hit you. Cameron scooped you up in his arms, bringing you together with a passionate kiss while he coated your insides with his cum.

The two of you sat like that for a while, just enjoying the silence and each other’s presence. A few minutes passed and he finally pulled out. He watched as your combined fluids leaked out of you.

“Ugh we need a shower.” Your bodies were damp and now even stickier than before. Cameron chuckled and picked you up off the bench. He started walking you out of the sauna without another thought. “Cam, our clothes!”

She dried her hands on the small towel hanging next to her, grinning up at his scrumptious reflection. “You missed me?”

“Mhm. So bad, baby.”

A bigger smile was creeping onto her face as he sat his cap and glasses down by the sink, but then she realized something. Her brows scrunched in confusion. “Why are we talking so low?”

“Tink is sleep.”

“Oh, ok. That must’ve just happened.”

“Which means we got 'bout fifteen minutes, give or take,” he said, hurrying out of his t-shirt and tossing it to the floor.

Her head jerked forward, lips pursed, but she was only partially confused now. “Um, to do what?”

Ignoring her completely, he curved his arms around her waist and licked his lips, trailing wet kisses at the crook of her neck.

“Nope.” She whipped around to face him, throwing her hands up to his bare chest before he could wrap her up too tightly. Or get her too loose.

“Why not?”

He was frowning like she was the one not making any sense. So, naturally, she frowned back, aware that he was the actual crazy person.

“Baby, what if she wakes up? What if she walks in here?”

He shrugged. “Lock the door.”

“But, then, what if she needs one of us and we’re in here with the door locked? Being nasty.”

“Baby, I need you.”

“Mike, you gotta focus, boo,” she instructed, snapping her fingers near his face. “Focus.”

He sighed and dropped his head in defeat. He knew she was right, but his hunger was outpacing all of his good sense right now. “If she needs one of us, I can move quickly.”

“Ok, but she’s right in our bed. What if she hears something? She could be scarred for the rest of her little life.”

“Simple. You the loud one. Just be quiet.”

Her eyes widened as her jaw fell slack, into a smile. “Not ‘Mr. huff and puff, moan and groan’ tryna play me--” They both ducked into near-silent laughter, throwing their hands up to catch the noise before it could go too far. “You be quiet, too, shit.”

“Ok, ok. I will. So, come ooon.” He pressed his body against her plushness, allowing her to feel all the frustration he'd been carrying around with him. Her stomach did a violent flip.

“Mike… I don’t know about this.” She bit her bottom lip, carefully sliding her hands down to his abs, knowing she was very close to giving in. He knew it, too.

“Mama… please," he whispered right against her ear, grazing it lightly with his soft lips. "You know you love the way I make you feel.”

He raised one of her legs and pushed himself even closer, sinking his starving fingers into the suppleness of her thigh. The desperation in his words as well as his unsteady movements had her soaking her panties.

“Baby,” she released a frustrated sigh, “...we can’t. Not while Tink’s in here.”

“But she’s asleep, Crys. Come on, we wastin' precious time.”

She stared at him for a second, just to see how serious he was. He stared back with the eyes of a man who didn’t have a playing bone in his body. Without warning, he grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto the sink, sending more than a few of her products tumbling. One even rolled onto the floor.

“Michael!” she whispered, intensely.

“Just let me…” he begged, going straight for her lips. She dodged his kiss, but his hand was caressing her thigh and slowly creeping up her shorts. “Let me make that pussy feel good.”

She gasped when his lips touched her neck right as those filthy words entered her ears. He was talking to her like their baby wasn’t right in the next room. His brain wasn’t in full control and hers was about to follow, her glossy walls clenching around nothing, begging to be touched. 

"But, babe, you know it's just a cat nap. She ain't even sleep for real," she breathed, eyes closed, neck stretched out and giving him more space.

"We got 'bout ten minutes now."

He was relentless. In the moment, there was only one logical thing she could think to do. She knew she would pay handsomely for it later, but that was a problem for future Crystal. “…Tink, baby, daddy’s home!” she suddenly yelled, covering her face right after.

She watched through her fingers as he backed away, blinking slowly, eyes wide. “Crys…” he whispered. She licked her tongue out at him, laughing uncontrollably at the genuine shock in his expression. He shook his head, unable to hold his laughs seeing her lose it. "I can't believe you, girl.”

"I'm sorryyyy! I didn't know what else to doooo!"

His head slumped back and he huffed toward the ceiling, so dramatically. Of course, she just laughed harder. About two seconds later, Tink ran into the bathroom with a huge smile, rubbing the residual sleep from her eyes. “Daddyyyy!”

“Tiiiiiink!” He scooped his baby girl up, peppering kisses onto her cute little face through her giggles. Then he turned back to Crys swinging her legs up on the sink, and cupped his hand over Tink's ear. “That ass gettin' put smoove through the mattress tonight. Believe that.” Crys' mouth dropped. He'd spoken softly, but he didn't want that to curb the severity of his statement. “And I'm not playin'.”

"Oop!" She pulled her lips in and bit them, letting her head fall. She knew she was in trouble, but it was undoubtedly her favorite kind. She couldn't wait for the sun to go down. "Well, put me through it then."

He chuckled, nodding his head. "...Aight."

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The door barely was shut good before you were kicking your shoes off and dropping your bags on the nearby couch. It was a day to say the least—work was irritating; too many questions, too many people, and whatever his name was was on his good bullshit again in your messages about wanting to take you out but has also made zero plans to actually do anything. 

You toss your boho braids into a messy bun while walking to your bedroom, digging through your drawers to find something to throw on around the house. “a quick shower, find me something to eat and then light that blunt.” you mumble to yourself going through your after work plans. “Orrrr, I could shower, smoke then eat?” you ponder out loud as you move to the bathroom turning the shower on, letting the steam fill the space around you. 

You make quick of undressing, taking a good look at yourself in the mirror; taking note of the dark circles around your eyes & just how tired you look. you shake your head and get in the shower letting the hot water soothe your aching muscles. 

Cause is it really a good shower if you aren’t basically boiling yourself? 

You finish up your routine with skin care and lotion yourself up before putting a big t-shirt and shorts on. Moving back to your room, you dig out your old stash box from the top of your closet. Opening it, you grab a pre-roll & a lighter. You light the blunt, inhaling deeply letting the smoke fill your lungs. Puffing your cheeks to hold the smoke for a second before slowly exhaling; blowing the smoke along with the stress of the day out. 

“Now if only I had some dick waiting for me, that would’ve been great.” you say giggling. 

Holding the blunt between your fingers, careful not to burn your nails again. You start walking to the kitchen when your phone’s ringtone stops you mid stride. The eye roll that you unleash came deep from the soul, until you saw the name on the caller ID. 

“cam😵‍💫”

The heaviest sigh comes out but you still answer. While propping your phone up on the counter in your kitchen, the FaceTime call takes a moment to connect, then you’re greeted with his dammed but handsome face. 

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?” voice syrupy sweet, dripping with sarcasm. 

“I can’t just check up on you?” he asks feigning shock. 

You take a long pull from the blunt again, mainly to avoid saying something snarky. “It’s never just a check up with you.” You say while letting the smoke out again. 

“You right…it ain’t never just that with me.” he chuckles. “But seriously, wassup?”

You shrug, not knowing really where to start; “I’m okay I guess? I don’t know. This job is getting on my nerves, so are these niggas and I don’t know what’s in the air today but it’s like everybody just was being stupid. You take a deep breath after your small rant; taking another hit before asking him, “What about you, what’s going on in your world?” 

You really didn’t care to hold back with Cameron at this point. He was what you’d call comfortable. A failed situationship turned friendship? Using the word friend very loosely here. You and him tried to make it work before, the love and feelings were there. He gave you just enough to keep you holding on—never enough to make you stay. Yet, you and him could never really leave each other be. 

There wasn’t a big fall out between the two of you, just a mutual agreement. He promised to be there for you—which only muddied up the lingering feelings you had for him—but you had to set a boundary because it’s so easy to fall into those same routines with him. You dated other men sure, they just didn’t do it for you like he did. 

Not tall enough. 

Too clingy.

Not strong enough. 

Didn’t know your body like he did. 

All fuck ups. 

Or you were just set on finding issues with every man that isn’t him? 

You tune back into the conversation catching the tail end of him mentioning some training camp he has coming up before the season starts. You nod slightly, “Another year in the books, you think y’all going all the way?” You say, as you turn around to dig in your fridge for something to eat. The last time you ate plus the weed you’re smoking, it’s like you’re starving. 

You moved to your living room after smoking and eating. The stress of your day finally off your shoulders. You and Cameron still were on the phone, the conversation between the two of you still light. Until he asked:

“You dealing with anybody?” he asks. 

You pause, shifting against the pillows on the couch to get more comfortable. “Why?” 

“I can’t ask?” A moment passes between the two of you before he continues. “Or I can’t do that no more?” he cocked an eyebrow. 

You fold your lips in on each other, a small smile forming across your face. “Be my guest…however, that don’t mean I gotta answer.” you reply, voice even. 

His eyebrows raise while humming lowly. He’s used to this with you—the push and pull, the hard exterior. It’s what attracted him to you back in college. He knew the real you under the facade—the soft version of yourself. The version he knew he wasn’t worthy of but still received. 

“You tryna be funny but it won’t be funny if I pull up and we have this conversation face to face, love.” He says, his attention fixed on you. 

“You wouldn’t.” you challenge. 

“You know I would.” 

Light knocks on your front door bring you out of the light nap you were taking. You sit up, hearing the knocks getting heavier. Taking your time, you walk to the door but before opening it, you pause. 

“Cameron, I know damn well—“ you exclaim, opening the door and seeing that shit eating grin on his face. 

“You gon let me in? Or I gotta get on my knees and beg?” Same grin on his face. 

You fold your arms across your chest, meeting his eyes. 

“You ain’t getting on your knees for nothing.” You mumble, stepping aside for him to come in. He brushes past you without a second thought as if this was all a formality. 

Once the door shuts, the space between you two feels smaller. You didn’t realize how close he was until you turned around. Your eyes meet his once again, this time you can see the heat smoldering in them. 

“Don’t get all quiet on me now…keep that same energy you had on that phone.” he murmured.

You smack your lips, “You drove all the way over here for that? you tryna prove a point to somebody?” 

“Yeah…you.” He replies, closing the space between the two of you. You take a step back bumping into the wall. You hate how your breathing changed. And you definitely hate how your heartbeat settles deep between your thighs. 

Cameron notices the shift in your body too. “You ain’t gotta keep pushing me away ma,” eyes focused on your mouth. 

“it’s only prolonging the inevitable…ain’t it?” his gaze lifts back up to you. 

A moment passes, “Just say the word and I’ll give you what you want.” 

Your lips part slightly but nothing comes out. Cameron’s hand brushed against your jaw, tilting your head back just enough. You exhale a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You leaned into him—you wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction of you saying it—as his lips met yours. 

The kiss starts slow, a soft moan slipping out from you. His hands drops to your hips, gripping tightly. You wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes. He pulls you in closer, while deepening the kiss. He picks you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Breaking the kiss fully, he catches his breath before saying

“It was just too much for you to just say it huh? Wouldn’t give me the satisfaction.” He tuts. 

Fighting the urge to yet again roll your eyes, grip tightening on him. “Cam…shut up and fuck me.” You whined. 

Cameron might not be able to communicate using his words but he definitely was trying to tell you something tonight. Your legs rested on his shoulders while he drove himself deeper into you. This position was always his favorite; he was able to pay attention to every little shift of yours. He pushed your legs back even more, practically folding you in half. 

Clearly he thinks you’re a gymnast of some sort. 

He must have read your mind, bringing you back to the moment, “Uh uh, stay with me.” swiveling his hips on the last word as he leaned down closer to you. Your moans getting louder now because of the angle. You pulled him closer to you by his signature chains that were in your face. The kiss you shared was messy; the sounds from the each of you mixing together to create a filthy soundtrack to the night. 

“You hear how wet she is for me baby?” he murmurs in your ear, lips brushing against the lobe. You moaned in response—the mix of him fucking you and talking to you too much.

 “She missed daddy didn’t she?” He continues. This time you nod quickly.

“You missed daddy, huh?” he asks, slowing his hips. “Fuck…yes.” You breathe; your response shocking you.

The dick can’t be that good, it’s just been a while for me.

You try to come up with some sort of reasoning for you to fold that easily. Those words only spurred Cameron on. The break that you thought you were about to get? Gone. Back to proving a point. Sounds were just falling from your lips at this point. He pushed himself up on his knees, looking at where you were connected. An even filthier scene to match the ambiance. 

Your legs fell to the bed wide open, giving them a well needed break. You watched him through hooded eyes as he took his thumb after sucking on it to your clit rubbing in small circles in tandem to his strokes. Your moans got higher in pitch. You gripped your breasts, pinching your nipples between your thumb and index fingers; the more stimulation the better. 

“You gon cum fa’me?”

“Right fuckin’ there, oh my—“ you moan. Squeezing your eyes shut, that feeling you know all too well washes over you. His name a plea that’s freely flowing from your lips through your whole orgasm. 

He’s right behind you: strokes messier, low groans turning into higher pitched ones, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin. 

“Where you want it?” he grunts out. 

Instead of giving him an answer, you show him by wrapping your legs around his hips, crossing them at your ankles. 

“Oh it’s—“ he starts but is quickly interrupted by a long groan as he empties himself inside of you. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he pulls out.  You whine from the loss of contact, but that was quickly replaced when he pulled you to the edge of the bed by your ankle. 

Cameron’s licked a quick stripe up as he groans directly into you. His eyes trained on yours as he at like a man starved. He pulls back enough for you to see the lower half of his face soaked with the mix of you and him. 

“We taste good together.” he groans lowering his head back between your thighs as he works to pull the second orgasm of the night from you. He slides two fingers inside of you and moves them in a ‘come here’ motion. You grip the sheets of ruined bed in your hands trying to keep yourself grounded. 

Given how sensitive you were from his previous assault on your pussy, this orgasm didn’t take as long before it crashed into you completely. His fingers slide out easily and you shudder from the loss of contact. He stands in front of you in all his naked glory; dick resting between his thighs. You sit up on one elbow, looking at him with a smug grin on his face as he licks his fingers clean. 

“I only got one question for you, who else you been fucking like that?” you muse, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

He laughs—genuine one too. “What was it that you said earlier? Be my guest? I ain’t gotta answer?” he asks rhetorically. 

You glance around, looking for something to throw at him—only then realizing everything had long since fallen off the bed.

“Ha, ha…but guess what?” You let a beat pass. “You still got on them knees tonight, ain’t you?” 

His eyebrows lift slightly, “Touché babygirl, touché.”