made of honey,not sugar

when you were first assigned to Scott, you were torn—on one hand, he was the hottest guy you’d ever seen. on the other hand, he was really fucking mean

the first time he sternly told you he’d never seen anyone take so goddamn long to learn how to use the weather tracking computer, it made your stomach kinda warm. the second time he yelled at you, you left a wet spot on your shitty little desk chair

Scott let you share a motel room with him on the first field job you ever went on with him. there had only been one room left at that roadside motel, and he wasn’t in the mood to drive around looking for another one

after that, you always shared. two twin beds, right next to eachother. you could peek over at his shirtless sleeping form—which you always did. if he caught you, he’d grumble at you to “behave” and go to sleep

he used to make you sleep on the pull-out couch if there was one, but he stopped when he realized how uncomfortable it was for him to climb onto in the middle of the night. it couldn’t hold both of your weights, and it was loud as hell

he started letting you sleep in the bed, so that after he finished with you, he could collapse on top of you and sleep in the comfier spot. the pull-out couch got very little use

Scott only fucked you in the dark at first. you’d feel his weight on the bed when he sat next to you, he’d murmur your name, place his hand on your shoulder to see if you were sleeping. he’d end up under the covers with you, your stomach pressed flush to the bed and held there by his massive frame on top of you

he was always quiet when you fucked technically on the job—heavy breathing in your ear, low moans through gritted teeth only when he slid inside of you, and when he came

you were much louder, and half the time was spent with his hand smothering your whines and cries, hissing “shut up” into your ear

Scott always caught you smoking in the motel room, no matter how sneaky you thought you were being. tells you that it’s 1. gross and 2. irresponsible to do it inside. he sits down on the bed next to you and lets you feed drags of it to him while he shakes his head

that gum-chewing habit Scott has makes it hard for you to take your eyes off him. you let your daydreams get the better of you once and leaned in to kiss him, exploring the inside of his mouth with your tongue until you found his peppermint gum. he smiled a little as he let you take it, and the way he watched you through hooded eyes made your skin prickle

you’ll find any excuse to go to his apartment. anytime he’s left anything that seems semi-important in his office—his headphones, his jacket. half a sandwich, one time. you’re running to bring it to him, and ending up spending the night in his bed, cheek red from being pushed against the headboard too hard

one time your supervisor mentioned that Scott hadn’t signed off on something before he left, and your hand gleefully shot up to bring it to him. you ended up with a mouthful of his cock at his apartment and the documents didn’t get signed

he takes a boiling hot shower every night before he goes to sleep. the first few times you just sat on the bed, gnawing at your fingernails and glancing at the door to catch him when he came out—shirtless, with water trailing down his chest and abs

when you slipped into the bathroom to join him, you were worried you’d startle him, but he was totally calm. almost like he’d been waiting or something. and that’s why the bathroom door had been unlocked… or something

he jerks off in there on purpose so you’ll catch him. low grunts echoing quietly against the shower walls, turned half away so you can see the way his back muscles flex, the way his bicep cords as he fists his cock. you see about half of his smug smirk when he hears you whimper quietly behind him

Scott lets you trail behind him like a dog when you’re walking around. you like it cause he knows where he’s going. he likes it cause people can tell that he’s your boss and tells you what to do. Scott likes that they know you’re following him, and that you’ll go wherever he goes

the pants he wears out in the field do him too much justice, half the time you can see the outline of his dick when he’s soft and just standing there. he watches the way you stare at him, and if you’re good he’ll let you mouth at his bulge when you get back in the car, breathily demanding he undo his belt even though half of the crew is still nearby

it’s times like those when it’s good that the windows of the truck are tinted. you ended up camped out in the truck for longer than expected one time—it only took Scott like an hour and a half to get annoyed and practically toss you into the backseat. you wondered if the meteorologists in the other cars could see the outline of you two—the shadow of you throwing your head back, or of his mouth attached to your chest when he took his jacket off of you

if he’s in a really good mood, Scott will take you down to the motel pool. usually he just lays out on a chair while you swim, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses—but if you beg hard enough he’ll roll his eyes and get in with you

once the place was empty enough that you got him to fuck you against the wall of the pool. he ended up having to lift you up the steps himself though, since your legs turned to jelly afterwards. you’ve been hoping for that same thing every time you go down there now

you’ve gotten away with wearing some of the most diabolically whorish outfits tornado hunting, just cause Scott’s in charge of you

the few other interns you’ve seen out in the field have on sensible work pants or jeans and long sleeves, usually. your denim shorts regularly show the curve of your ass, and sometimes you’re modest enough to wear one of Scott’s old jackets to cover up your little low-cut top—but only sometimes

you see the looks people give you, but because Scott never says anything about it in front of them, no one else does, either. (rather, he lectures you about being a slut in private, and then fucks you with half your clothes still on like the hypocrite he is)

one of the other interns asked you if you had your own car (you do) and why you never drive it to do field work. you said something stupid about mileage. really, you love being Scott’s passenger princess, sitting in the seat with your legs tucked under you. leaning too far onto the center console so you can smell his fresh pine smell and feel the warmth from his skin

he drives with one hand and gets road rage extremely easily—quiet road rage, though. when someone cuts you off he usually just lets out an exasperated huff, and chomps his gum harder

Scott’s a great driver, though, a focused one. focused enough that he’s been able to reach over and put his hand down your shorts, playing with your clit for miles until you’re whining and writhing in your seat, without ever taking his eyes off the road

the only thing Scott really does to unwind in front of you—besides his steaming hot showers—is watch TV. you climb into his lap like a dog without asking, and he lets you without taking his eyes off the TV

he lets you suck his dick on those nights, too, doesn’t look down as you undo his belt and free him from his pants. he just absentmindedly tangles his fingers through your hair and guides your head up and down in his lap. he pushes hard enough to make you gag weakly and laughs quietly (meanly) when you do

the only time Scott lets you touch him in front of other people is when he’s been drinking. a couple beers deep at a company bonfire on the road and he’ll actually let you sit in his lap. hazy and self righteous, he ignores the looks the two of you get, just settles his hand on your bare thigh and gives you swigs from his bottle

you’ve caught him reading your field journal before because—even though it’s mostly filled with coordinates and wind directions—there’s the occasional mention of him in there. “Scott noticed the change in weather patterns before the others.” “Scott determined we should go east” etc etc. you know he loves that shit, knowing you write about him on your own time at all

one time you tucked a polaroid picture of your tits in the pages of your field journal. you knew he’d snoop, and you were right—he fucked you in the bathroom near his office, and the picture was gone next time you looked

(you saw it in his wallet a couple months later. pervert)

Scott lets you nap in the backseat on long drives, his backpack shoved under your head as a pillow. he clicks his tongue at you for being so sleepy, but he wakes you up… gently. really gently. you usually wake up to him standing next to the open car door, hand rubbing your face gently

you think of times when he acts like that when he’s shouting at you for fucking up on your weather tracking computer again (it’s complicated, good lord)

Scott barks at you to clean up the mess you leave in his truck—snack wrappers in the door, your hoodie in the backseat, cigarette butts in the center console. you clean them up (snickering the whole time) and do it again later to hear him yell about it again

Scott likes to pretend like you’re the gross one, or the one who’s desperate for him, and he gets irritated if you bring up the fact that he’s asked you to crawl across the floor to him and eat things out of his hand before. his defense is that “you did it.” shrug

he makes you better at your job, and worse. you’ve fucked up on purpose before to see that scowl, the way his jaw flexes as he chews his gum when you piss him off, pressing your thighs together as he reprimands you

you’ve also learned things double-as-quick to hear his little “atta girl” when you get something right. it’s a balance, ok?

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ if someone asked the cannon: ‘cameron, is there anything better than boxing?’, he would have knocked them clean out and spit over their withering body. because how dare they? how dare they even assume there be an answer? the question had not once, in his entire six-year professional career, even occurred to him. boxing was the absolute core of his identity, down to the most microscopic parts of his being . . .

just ten minutes ago, his boxing mitts and robe were the largest gift. his world began and ended in the squared circle; twenty-three feet by twenty-three feet, sixteen ropes parallel, four fucking posts . . .

but he’s found a new love. a love that’s been in his life far longer than boxing. a love that’s always stared up at him with goggly eyes set behind massive lenses and chunky, dorky frames. a love he’ll curse himself for rejecting and swatting off, like one pesky mosquito. a love he never saw himself indulging; frequently assuring his closest brother — who was presently demoted to stupid-fucking-opponent — that he would never make any advancements, “wouldn’t touch that girl wit’a ten foot pole. trus’me.”

and almost ten years later, he is touching. touching all over. and licking and biting and kissing and grunting and moaning and trying his very best to calm it. he hasn’t had a hard-on this severe since the night he lost his virginity. those light-green eyes were watery, and very blood hot, but cameron ‘the cannon’ cade would have sworn on a stack of bibles that they were also the eyes of a sober man . . . of a man who only had his fiancée on his mind. he looks to his opponent’s sister and desperately wants to see his fiancée . . . but his brain won’t let him. she didn’t feel like this- and she damn sure didn’t smell like this either.

there’s a different sort of sweetness in the air. a homey, secure smell. a smell that when his eyes flutter shut from pleasure, his pussy-drunk brain presents a paradise his younger-self would hurl at. somehow, this smell completely overpowered the unpleasant stench of him . . . totally shocking, given the sweat hanging at his hairline, behind his steaming neck, along his tensed arms and hands (still wrapped in reddened bandages), between his straining fat thighs, and the dried blood below his nostrils and at his busted lips . . . the cannon feels stupefied.

another girly, futile whine spills and his weighty cock is twitching. it burns having to go soooo slow, but he doesn’t want to cause pain. not any more than what he was already inflicting on such a precious body. and he wasn’t even all the way in, just barely a full quarter. every-time cameron pulled back, stopping before his plump, glossy tip — deep pink in shade — could plop out . . . he’d push back to feed more of his delicious cock in— “‘s t-too m-mucch- “

shit- what a voice. “it’s not- stop sayin’ that shit.” but there wasn’t much else to do. cameron was holding both arms back, using one large hand as a makeshift-cuff. “wish i had a camera . . . let you hear how fuckin’ ungrateful you sound.” because yeah, most girls would kill to be in this position: pressed against a chilly locker with their flowery top bunched at the waist, polka-dot skirt hiked and few-of-a-kind undershorts torn through. “no more runnin’. jus’ let’me fuck you open- c’mon . . . trus’me.”

and if you weren’t so absolutely smitten by cameron cade . . . you would’ve stopped this right here. he was going against about five of your ‘non-negotiable’ boundaries during sexy-time. “you trust me, righ’?” with that free hand of his, he snakes around your waist and clamps his palm over your shivering abdomen, that dangling jewellery marking your brown skin. “i’ll make us feel good- i promise.”

“i promise,” he whispers against your neck, “i’ve got’chu.” and kisses and nibbles and licks. “know you’wanna make this dick nut- “ cameron dropped your hands and swooped around, collecting one soft boob. he squeezed and tweaked at your nipple, slowly wiggling his hefty hips, digging that huge cock a little further. there was a hole to be pierced and molded; to the shape of him. “no more cryin’ . . . le’me do ‘t all, yeaah . . .”

your face, all flush and livid pallor, blazed . . . glittery lips drawn back from your teeth in a mini pout . . . is enough to make the cannon explode. cameron bends in, hot breath fanning over your parted lips, “i’m gon’a nut insid’a you, ‘kay?” more of a declaration than a warning. a sure-thing. almost guaranteed. nothing would stop him from cumming in your tummy, not even you.

he’s in. “ooooh . . .” all the way. “shit.” you’re shuddering wrackingly, legs feeling rubbery and unreliable. “. . . doesn’t that feel soooo much better?” cameron pecks the salty patches of your cheek. “say it- tell me ‘t’s my dick makin’ this sloppy pussy feel good . . .” cameron pleads through aggressive munches.

after so long, yeah, it had been him. finally. your college-self wouldn’t believe this to be true. the boy you had a gigantic crush on throughout your child, pre-teen, and teen years? wanting to make you feel good? you? the girl cameron cade pinched and tripped and plucked and shoved and teased and mocked . . . currently being forced to take the entirety of his curvy cock.

thwack thwack thwack! seemingly, all those years of unnecessary mistreatment has . . . gone out the window. faded out into nothing. to darkness with each thwack thwack thwack. how could you still be upset when this was the outcome? frankly, you’d experience it all over again if it meant having cameron cade’s dick so far up your pussy — it was a miracle to be so incredibly lengthy and girthy and know just how to use it . . . shining pearls of wetness bubble over his happy trail and pubes.

shlap shlap shlap! “you-you’re being . . . so . . . rough!” huffing, puffing. and cameron doesn’t take that as a cry to stop. he doesn’t even ease up. again, your arm swings back to try and stop his mean ramming, but he just forces you away — changing his mind, cameron clutched a hand around your bicep, which made fucking you that much smoother.

“nuh-uh. stay here,” he chokes out, “you got it. you got it. you got it.” cameron’s voice significantly pitches and he’s so into it that he doesn’t even realize that you’re squirming . . . yet splashing and dribbling juices over your pretty, velvety ballet flats.

with the other hand, he lets go of your wobbly hip and grips the front of your neck, snatching you into his torso— “ahhn-gh~!” —so beefy. and so insanely sweaty.

plapplapplap! plap . . . plap . . . plap . . . cameron’s slowing down just so he could pant mumble in your ear, rude and annoyingly, “anyone fuckin’ this at home? hmm? who better? me or him? say th’ truth” he’s such a boy. you swallow thickly despite having an awfully dry throat, voice all raspy and strained for the very obvious reason: “nno,” you hiccuped.

cameron hums and leans his head in. like he didn’t hear you the first time. “no h-him.” and cameron feels butterflies. for a reason he can’t yet pinpoint. with a sly smile, “yea’?” well . . . this just got far more intimate. you’re nodding against him, cunt leaking a bunch more — even with sluggish, mindful plunges, he was still so deep. so so deep. sooooo deep. he didn’t have to try. he just was. that. big. and fat. for no reason at all. small amounts of slippery arousal that oozed from his tip painted your cervix.

“mggh~!” and his pace has quickened. the cannon could practically taste his oncoming load. cameron drawls, “ohhhh fucccccck,” listening to the way your gooey pussy peels away from his soaked thighs; a slich slich slich! clicky noise as he sinks back into your ribbed, silken walls. his eyes snap shut and both of his hot hands grab onto your shoulders.

with unbelievable power, cameron is banging you backbackback onto his cock. “fnh-hnnnh! cam- fucc-ah!!” and he continues to grunt out curses, knees starting to buckle. the way your pussy slurps him in, ass clapping at his pelvis, you’re short-circuiting: tearing and drooling and squirting a-fucking-gain. he keeps at it; taking you upupup to that orgasm cliff and harshly bringing you back down.

“‘m bouta busss~” cameron chortles, tugging and slamming you back and forth, just jackhammering without a single care in the world. filthy words leave his mouth, ones he could never imagine saying to you if he weren't so gone and not so damn pussy whipped. “mmm-righ’there. uurrgh!” his chest’s ballooning and you could feel how fast his heart’s beating from his palms, how careless he’s becoming from his strenuous efforts.

tongue lolled out like some stupid doll, you don’t think you’ve ever been fucked like this before. ever. and after this evening, would you ever get this back? this dick? probably not. a new bar’s been impossibly set. cameron’s ruined everything for the next man —

GASP. there’s an explosion: “hnnht!” and another sticky spurt: “hnht!” and another splash: “fuck!” syrupy ribbons of sweltry white seed trickles from your walls. to cameron, it feels like the winds been knocked right outta him. and you . . . you are suffocating. roasting from the inside out. he keeps his arms around you, worried he may collapse.

adonis is going to kill you. cameron first.

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ hello. it is currently 4:40am edt (the birds are chirping) and this took approximately 2days. i have genuinely been busy with my summer career class, job, & trying to make time for personal relationships. i do get creative writing ideas often, but i’ve been lacking the brain power to push forward. i have NAAWT dropped from the ‘tyriq withers’ wagon. i’m still at the party literally. + wondering what else i could share with this univerrssseeee!!!!!

it’s 4:52am & my period has started. perfect

BabyDaddyTeddy! Changed his direction in careers, putting his foot down and having a honest yet loud conversation with his father, Gr*nt. Teddy’s been at boot camp for approx. two weeks…on his way to having his dream job. A Coast Guard. All the way out in Connecticut mind you—which took less time to get to by hoping on The Spencer’s jet but before all of this from what you heard, Teddy was having a grand time. Minus the whole academics part—Teddy had the drive and you supported him.

BabyDaddyTeddy! Who plays it cool as ever as soon as he see’s your face, although you’re positive that you definitely heard a, “Awl shit,” from him before he cleared his throat. They have him in a neck brace. The main result of the accident. It was a requirement of the academy to be involved in a varsity sport. He chose rowing. Felt that was most fitting. Waters were too choppy that day—something he had to be prepared for. Teddy along with other cadets lost control of the boat. He was thrown from the boat, he guarded as much as he could but…face still hit the rocks. Scrape to the cheek and chin, minor concussion, more cuts + bruises along his body and partial paralysis at the neck. It wasn’t permanent thank God but seeing him like that? Did something to your heart ngl.

BabyDaddyTeddy! Who never took set backs well and was honestly embarrassed that you were seeing him like this. “Why are you here? I know you didn’t bring Tillz all the way here for this.” - you sit beside his bed, used to his shit talking. You didn’t give him a verbal response, your eyes say it all. He sighs, you catch his fingers moving, palm up at his side. Immediately you slip your hand into his. He squeezes. A good sign that had you sharply inhaling. Your head rests down on top of your joined hands for a moment. Soft breathing and Teddy’s heart monitor fill the room. You already said you were scared of loving him but losing him was just as terrifying. Twila shouldn’t have to lose her father. Not you like did. Something you brought up when Teddy showed he was taking this Coast Guard path seriously. He doesn’t crack a joke this time…which means he’s just as shook. His blue-green hues peek down at you, hand still in yours and for the first time today? He’s a little less tense.

BabyDaddyTeddy! Unfortunately had to put the academy on pause for…just a little while according to professionals. Teddy considered seeing other doctors to keep pushing his body but neither you or Glamma Gail were having that. This pause would actually turn into months. The only positive about this was that he was able to spend more time with Tilly…because being away from her just within those few weeks, not getting to see her as much felt like he was missing out on her growth. Apparently that was part of the discipline when it came to these type of careers and although he sulked and got irritable, Teddy was still thankful to hold what he created with you.

BabyDaddyTeddy! Thought about going back to destructive ways…the excessive drinking and actually hid out at his second home. Which was supposed to be his main house opposed to his once beloved house boat but instead…he just poured more into your daughter. He ended up enrolling her in ballet classes that took place every Tuesday and Thursday. Took her swimming with him which became almost therapeutic for him. His relationship with water definitely changed. Tilly started to sleep over at his so much that you had to be vocal about it, “Hey, that’s my baby too. I still want her home with me, Teddy.” - “Too bad. So sad.” - “Excuse you?” - “…what I meant to say is you’re welcome to move in too.” ???! You just took that as words and didn’t even consider it…since you two were…figuring things out but also not? You both took up space in each others lives because you both simply wanted to be there. Whether you both admitted it or not. Now you kinda understood what it felt like coming back to an empty house. And yes you definitely gave the goat to a loving family who got a kick out of how you ended up with it in the first place.

BabyDaddyTeddy! Who was kinda careless about what he wanted for Father’s Day. When you were on rocky terms…you didn’t necessarily ask but still felt it was right for Tilly to spend time with him, muttering a, “Happy Father’s Day,” to him on drop off’s and kept it moving. Although your MOTHER still felt the need to give shoutouts on Facebook and personally give him small gifts? When things started to get better…your mother would go out of her way to ask Teddy what he wanted and tried to use it as inspo for you to come up with what you and Tilly could surprise him with. Your mother was not subtle at all with her love for Teddy Spencer and it showed. This year…considering what he’s been struggling with, you had a plan in motion.

BabyDaddyTeddy! Was not necessarily in the mood to go out for Father’s Day. Partially since he wasn’t on the best terms with his own father but he, “fixed his face,” for his mother’s sake, going out to breakfast with his parents. Gift tucked under his arm. Teddy also had a handmade card from Tilly at school that he brought over for her and FaceTimed you so Tilly could talk to Grandad Grant while he praised the card more than the usual material gift Teddy handed over. Teddy knew his father could be calculated so he tried his best not to care about the dismissal he was getting from the man. As long as he was being good to Tilly then Teddy could swallow his anger. Phony smiles and declined quality time at the golf course with Grant and his questionable politics buddies, Teddy went back home to nap—assuming he’d see Tilly later until you’re calling him telling him they have reservations at 7.

“What?” Teddy huffed, “A art gallery? I’m not trying to do all that.”

You give a cackle that makes Teddy frown at how evil that almost sounded, “Didn’t you say Tilly was gifted?”

“I never lie on my child.”

“Your child?” You laugh under your breath, “I’m not gonna go into a spiel about that right now. Tilly is already dressed, ready to go, and hopefully not ruining her adorable fit with something sticky since you’re wasting time. I also shaved my legs for this. Get your ass up.”

Teddy scoffs. “And what does that have to do with me?”

“It has a lot to do with you not pouting on the boat for the rest of the night.”

He didn’t know how you knew that’s where he ended up after breakfast with his parents. Then he figures his mom must have snitched on him to you since she called him a hour later to check on him.

Annoyance was very clear in Teddy’s tone as he bit back, “And I won’t be as soon as I see Twila Linnea Spencer’s face…and maybe yours too. Shit, i don’t know.”

“If that last bit was your way of flirting then that was trash.” You reply, “I’m not gonna tell you again. You got thirty minutes.”

He mocks you just to be met with the call disconnecting.

He immediately calls back with a sigh, “…What color are we wearing, babe?”

The, “babe,” was certainly sarcastic but Teddy still picks up on the grin in your voice and he can’t help but to roll his eyes.

BabyDaddyTeddy! Who lightened up a bit as soon as he had his eyes set on you two. Also hearing the shrill of, “Daddy!” Hitting his eardrums along with the patter of Tilly’s jelly sandals and her arms spread out to greet him was enough to make his night better already. He pecks Twila’s cheek repeatedly who holds onto his neck, giggling. When you stroll over, fresh silk press clipped back and in beige attire like you requested, Teddy can’t help but to lick his lips. Especially at your shimmering legs. You smile at him with your glossed lip combo, gift bag on your wrist and a cross body bag against your waist.

“Glad you understood the assignment,” you nudge your head in approval, “Let’s go.”

He can’t help but to slip one arm across your shoulders while he held onto Tilly in his other arm. You allow it, leaning into him a bit as you walk together.

He says lowly at your temple, “You could just say I look good too.”

“Too?” Your nose scrunches up.

“Duh. It ain’t a one man show right now. We all pulled up coordinated. Picture perfect. The drip is on a thousand, act like you see it.”

Your lips smack, “Stop talking and open the door.”

BabyDaddyTeddy! Who personally wasn’t big on the fine arts or whatever so he didn’t understand why going to an art gallery tonight was so important. It all looked the same to Teddy. He even snorted once when his mom cried over one large painting she had delivered and placed into the entry way of his modern childhood home. It just wasn’t his thing. Until he saw one painting…a ship in a bottle. There were two hands shown resting on the table in front of the ship. One hand appearing older, lighter in complexion, a few sunspots, and a heavy gold watch on their wrist. The other hand was a much smaller one, could be a kid’s, tan melanin and their hand was spread flat against the table almost as if they were leaning towards the ship in the bottle. Teddy wasn’t sure what type of technique they used but…it felt close to home. He doesn’t read the text, strolling around the almost empty gallery with Twila nearly yanking him along.

The second is a…house boat?

It’s the side view at the docks.

Maybe around sunset with the orange sun rays bleeding from the top right of the painting. It’s that same technique, soft and delicate work. In the dark water, Teddy can make out what appears to be a pink tutu floating in the water.

It isn’t until he gets to the third painting, Tilly pulls him over to that a, “…Hold on.” Is escaping his lips.

The beach.

Skies on cotton candy, water the beginning of day. There’s two figures standing at the edge of the ocean, side by side, a man that towers over a small toddler dressed in a denim sun hat and floral yellow swimwear. Teddy frowns stepping closer to the painting while Twila giggles, standing in front of him, head tilted all the way back, hands in his as she peers up at him, smiley.

“Twhy and daddy.” She speaks in her tiny raspy voice.

Then he sees the little red scribble at the bottom along with a hand print across from where the artist’s signature rests on the left.

One D and T with what he makes out to be is a little star at the end.

Classic Tilly.

His eyes goes to the tag that explains the painting.

Water color.

Inspiration from a Daddy and Daughter’s time at the beach.

Teddy can’t lie…his eyes start to burn.

He holds on tighter to Tilly’s little hands.

“Happy Father’s Day.” You announce from behind him.

It now made sense why you managed to get pulled off into a hushed conversation with the host, (who Teddy would later find out is the actual artist of these paintings) telling him to start exploring without you, that you’d catch up.

He runs a knuckle over his nose, sniffing before turning to face you with a soft smile, “Thank you. To both of you.”

Teddy picks up Tilly again, then looks at you, who shifts their gaze back to his.

“You like them?”

“Look at that sh—work.” He catches himself, “They’re masterpieces!”

A laugh leaves you as you move to stand beside him, “Can you appreciate art now?”

“Oh hell yeah! They’re all coming home with me.” His hand slips around your waist, tugging you closer, “You guys didn’t have to do all this.”

“Yeah we did.” Your head tilts to meet his burning stare and that says enough.

BabyDaddyTeddy! Who gets the call from his recruiter that he’s allowed to give the academy a second try. The three of you are on family vacation. It’s August. The Sunday of summer. Of course Teddy’s considering New Jersey now, based on how much time he lost—which would take less time than CT but that’s a conversation he’ll have as soon as you all get back to Southport. Right now? He was with two of his favorite people in the world. At a resort in the Bahamas. His safe space. From private chef’s, sharing rum cake in bed when Tilly’s down for the night while watching RHOA & Beyond the Villa, to watching Tilly make a mess of the chocolates she demanded to try, to tours around Nassau, to getting dragged by a man on a Segway (which was more funny to you now after a few piña coladas—Teddy still ain’t find that shit funny. He was ready to go to jail over it tbh), shopping at markets for souvenirs, hanging at the beach that you noticed Teddy was a little leery of when you brought your water-loving baby over to the waves—y’all were never bored and definitely made the most of the end of summer.

BabyDaddyTeddy! Who got vulnerable after getting half way through a Goombay Smash. He didn’t drink much on the trip, thankfully. Cause a drunk teddy was x1000 of the energy he’s usually on. Since the accident on the rowing team, his feeling towards water shifted a bit—whether he vocally said it or not. You could tell. It was in the way he watched like a hawk when he found you and Tilly out by your own private pool in the mornings. How he called you two back from the ocean when an unexpected wave nearly pushed you over as soon as you put your back to the ocean, while you carried Tilly away, ready to build sandcastles. You could see it. And on the last day here together he voiced he wasn’t sure if he was cut out for being a coast guard after all.

the doubts were understandable.

Life was brutal like that.

You could aspire to be something and as soon as you get it into your hands…sometimes something knocks you all the way back. Makes you look at things sideways and makes you wonder if you really had the big picture.

“I don’t wanna be looked at as no quitter.” Teddy grumbled as you both stood in the kitchen after two am, “I already had some assholes that we went to school with, who are in the military, talking shit about me choosing this path instead of the marines or whatever their dicks get hard for. And normally you know I can take it. But losing feeling in my body like that? Even if it was only temporary? Damn…This was something I thought I always wanted.”

You hum, “It was scary. As hell. I saw it in your eyes even when you tried to hide it. Through the PT sessions. It doesn’t matter what anyone says or wants. It’s what you want. If you want to walk away from this…you can. But it’s gotta be something you thought long and hard about. On your terms. It’s gotta be a decision you’re happy and comfortable with. Your life is in your own hands.”

“…yeah but like…you and Tillz are a huge part of it. My life. I know you’ve been holding things down and supporting even when we don’t know what the fuck we’re doing.”

“Does anybody?” You gently smile around the rim of Saratoga you bring to your lips.

Teddy snorted, moving closer to you, resting his warm hands against your thighs, his fingertips damp from the cocktail he once held into, while you sit on the kitchen island, “Some are better at faking it than others.”

“Thought we were done with that.”

His blue-green hues darken at your words, leaving no trace of green in them as he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth nodding as he makes space between your legs, “I’m on whatever time you’re on, sweetheart.”

You give him a look, “We’ve been good…I even tolerated you playing Drake’s dumbass trilogy albums nobody asked for every time you got ready since we got out here.”

“Then maybe I should be on my worst behavior. Hm,” the pads of his thumbs rub at your waist, scooting you closer to the edge of the island.

You scoff, hand going to his shoulder so you don’t slide off, “You’re tipsy. Only you can go from talking about your concerns in life to being horny.”

“You complaining?” He presses his face first against your crop top covered chest, breathing you in before peering up at you from underneath his lashes.

“I…didn’t say that.” You respond as he lifts you off the counter, you hold on until he sets you back on your feet, “I’m just saying…we can still talk it through if you want?”

Teddy hums, playing with the strings to your skirt coverup, “This ain’t about to turn into, ‘in this fucking essay I will,’ type shit…but maybe over breakfast when things settle. Right now? I just need a tasty night cap…if you let me?”

And he’s down on his knees, tossing your crochet wrap-around coverup to the side.

You sharply inhale at the exposure.

It slides across the tile floor.

You never knew how he did it.

One of your legs is hitched up over his shoulder.

Making you balance on the other, lower back pressing into the counter, elbows supporting you from behind.

This time spent together as a…family was eye-opening. Any chance you could get away from Southport, you were jumping at the opportunity. A place where no one knew your history, just saw you all as one union. A family. It was complimented on. Earned genuine smiles from both of you as you carried on with Tilly in her stroller, giving as much walking as you were gonna get out of her. You even asked a stranger to take a picture with your digital of you three at the market.

Teddy wanted it sent to him ASAP.

And as he shifted your bikini to the side, testing the waters on his tongue, you have to remind yourself how to breathe.

To realize, maybe there never was going to be anyone else but Teddy Spencer for you.

you didn’t mean for it to happen, but once the damage was done, you knew you’d be in trouble.

you may or may not have goofed around with your friends for the first month and a half of the semester, unknowingly prioritizing fun over your academics. sure, your attendance was on point and you never missed an assignment, but when you started going out to frat parties almost every weekend with your homegirls, your grades unfortunately started to slip.

it all happened so fast — the parties, the drinking, the Friday night outings, the reckless fun that practically took over your life — but it all stopped as quick as it started once your midterm grades got released. Cs and below stared threateningly at you, and you swore you felt your heart drop straight to your ass at the sight.

you didn’t know how it happened. you had always been an A and B student, so the sight of multiple grades below those made you sick to your stomach. but when Cameron found out? you felt like you could’ve vomited right in his face.

Cameron wasn’t the type to really fuss at you or even be strict on you, but when he found out what your grades were, he practically turned into your father. he got on you about your grades firmer than you expected, but the moment he told you that he’d stop fucking you and touching you sexually until you got your grades up was when you went rigid.

granted, you weren’t mad at him for taking away those privileges — you shouldn’t have even let your grades slip this bad anyway — but you knew your sexual frustration would eat away at you until the semester ended and final grades were released.

so what did you do? you worked your ass off for the rest of the semester to fix your grades.

no more parties, no more drinking, no more Friday night outings — nothing. when the weekend came, you had completely sheltered yourself in your room with nothing but your laptop and notebooks as you completed assignments and studied for upcoming exams.

you were determined to get your grades back up, but you were even more determined to be rewarded by Cameron for getting your grades back up.

once the semester came to an end and final exams wrapped up, you were practically ecstatic. you had a good feeling that you brought up your grades, but you knew you couldn’t say anything to Cameron about them because he’d ask for proof, so you waited until you were notified that final grades had been released — which came quicker than you expected.

you wasted no time logging into your Banner account and clicking through it to see your grades, your eyes lighting up at the sight of As and Bs staring back at you. satisfaction and relief coursed deeply through you as the realization settled in — you recovered rather quickly from what could’ve been a horrible blow to your GPA.

you didn’t bother celebrating on your own, though. the moment you saw your grades, you were already in the driver’s seat of your car. you drove to Cameron’s apartment with nothing but intense excitement and suppressed sexual desire inside you — though your excitement seemingly overpowered everything else because when you arrived at his apartment, you practically bursted through his door.

“Cameroooon!” you called out excitedly as you quickly pushed open his door and unintentionally slammed it behind you, swiftly locking it before taking off through his apartment, “baby! where you at?!”

Cameron jumped at the sudden sound of your appearance and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion mixed with amusement as he sat up on the couch and watched you practically pace through his humble abode to find him, “i’m in the living room. why you screamin’, you good?”

a squeal flew from your mouth before you could catch it at the sound of his voice and you ran into the living room as you threw yourself at him and into his lap, making him grunt before laughing at you while his arms instinctively wrapped around your body to steady you.

“what’s goin’ on with you, ma? why you runnin’ around here like somebody after you or some shit?” Cameron laughed as both of his eyebrows raised and he leaned back against the couch to properly look at you, his arms loosening around you and his hands moving to hold your waist.

“look!” you practically shoved your phone into his chest, but his reflexes kicked in and one of his hands caught it before it could actually come in contact with him, “i did it, Cam!”

Cameron let out a soft snort at your frantic joy and he adjusted his grip on your phone as he lifted it and his eyes averted to the screen, an understanding smile crossing his face once it clicked in his mind why you were so excited.

“see, that’s what i’m talking ‘bout. congrats, baby, i knew you could do it.” Cameron smiled, looking up at you, as you smiled back, yours wider than his, and you leaned down to him, peppering kisses across his face before moving your mouth to his and pecking his lips multiple times.

“okay, now eat my pussy,” you mumbled between pecks as Cameron laughed lowly and sat your phone aside, his hand on your waist sliding around to rest against your back while his other gently grabbed the back of your neck and slightly pulled you back from his mouth, “Cameron, come on— i haven’t felt any part of you in so long, i need this.”

“that ain’t how you ask, pretty,” Cameron teased, a small smirk creeping onto his face, as you groaned softly and rested your hands against his shoulders, a pout absentmindedly forming on your face at his denial, “ask for it properly.”

“can you please eat my pussy, baby?” you asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him, as your thumbs traced small circles against his shoulders and Cameron’s smirk slightly widened, “i need you, Cam, you know that.”

Cameron looked at you silently for a moment, letting the weight of your words settle into the atmosphere, before he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over, eliciting an abrupt squeal from you while he laid you on your back.

“well… since you asked nicely,” Cameron paused and gently pecked your lips before slowly maneuvering down your body, “and you brought your grades up like i wanted you to,” he paused again and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants as he teasingly tugged at them before pulling them down and throwing them aside, “i should reward you for that, huh?”

“yeah,” your voice was softer than before — a bit breathy as well — and you raised your hips as you helped him remove the last barrier of clothing that covered your lower body, “you should.”

“i got you, mama.” Cameron’s arms wrapped around your legs and he spread them wide as he dipped his head between your thighs and pressed soft kisses against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, gently nipping at them before sticking out his tongue and slowly licking a long stripe of your pussy.

your body shuddered from the familiar yet forgotten feeling and you whimpered as your hands came down to cradle the back of Cameron’s head, your fingertips running over his buzzed hair and slightly grazing the stapled scar by his hairline.

Cameron groaned under his breath, though he didn’t know if it was coaxed out of him by your taste or touch, and his fingers slightly tightened against your thighs as he began eating your pussy like a man who hadn’t eaten in years, a small furrow forming between his eyebrows while he buried his face into your cunt.

your head fell back against the couch cushions and a high-pitched moan fell from your mouth as your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack, a yelp erupting from you at feeling Cameron’s mouth lock around your clit.

“oh, fuuuck, baby— C-Cam!” you cried out, your eyebrows furrowing, as your back started to arch up from the couch but you suddenly felt his palm press into your stomach to hold you down, a whine falling from your mouth while one of your hands slid down to hold onto the back of Cameron’s neck, “uuugh, shiiiit! mmh, don’t s-stop!”

Cameron’s long fingers splayed across your stomach and kept you from running away as his other hand slid between your legs and he dragged his middle finger through your folds, collecting your arousal before he eased it inside of you.

“fuck!” a broken whimper fell from your mouth and your legs jerked as your head raised and you looked down at Cameron, pleasure displayed across your pretty face and mixing with a hint of bewilderment.

you had been so wound up for the past few months from Cameron’s “no sex or head” rule, but it seemed like you weren’t the only one affected by it. Cameron had always been skilled at eating pussy, but the way he was feasting on you today felt different — as if he was practically starving for another taste of you.

Cameron’s eyes found yours and you watched the corners of his mouth slightly lift in what you assumed to be a smirk, the sight of shock mixed with pure bliss in your expression telling him more than you even needed to.

pulling his mouth off of your clit, Cameron rolled and wiggled his tongue against it as he pushed his ring finger inside you and slightly scissored them to stretch you further open, eliciting a desperate mewl from you while you watch him torment you with his mouth and fingers.

“you gon’ cum for me, ma? hm?” Cameron murmured against your clit, flicking his tongue against it, as he slightly pulled back and spit on your clit before replacing his mouth with his thumb, rubbing it in quick circles while his fingers thrusted deeply inside you, “you gon’ let me taste how much you been missin’ me, pretty girl?”

“y-yes!” you whined, your head falling back for a second time, as you gasped sharply and your legs jerked again, your eyes rolling back and your eyebrows furrowing deeply while a small scrunch formed in the bridge of your nose, “ohhh, my G— C-Cameroooon! shiiiit, baby, i-i’m—”

“uh-huh, i know. i know, baby. keep soakin’ my fingers just like that. gimme’ all that good shit.”

“said, it’s been a minute since i had some. he’s been actin’ up, but he won’t be the only one…”

you and Cameron started off as classmates. nothing more than just two people who sat beside each other in the same classroom for an hour and a half throughout the semester. you never paid him any mind and he didn’t bother you like most athletes would when they saw an attractive girl — the two of you just minded your own business and continued on casually.

you didn’t really know how things shifted from strangers to flings, but when the two of you ended up having a one night stand after being drunk at a Homecoming party, you were sure that was when things changed.

even though both of you were intoxicated that night, the sex that transpired wasn’t forgotten when you awoke beside each other in the morning. you remembered everything and so did Cameron, which is why neither of you could leave each other alone after that.

the atmosphere in the class you two shared was never the same. it went from both of you paying more attention to yourselves than each other to you and him passing notes back and forth and his hand caressing your thigh under the desk. the sexual chemistry the two of you had was something different, in a more hypnotizing way.

it was like you couldn’t get enough of each other, and it grew harder and harder to try and keep your hands away from each other when you were in public, which led to rumors circulating around campus that you and Cameron were secretly dating.

neither of you addressed the rumors, though. you two weren’t officially together, but you also weren’t seeing or talking to other people — at least, you weren’t.

you and Cameron continued fucking around for almost the entire semester, until he randomly cut you off three weeks before it ended, leaving you stunned and completely throwing you off. you tried reaching out to him to get an explanation and see if you did anything wrong for him to just up and leave you like that, but he never called or texted you back. it was like he vanished into thin air when it came to you, but remained available for everyone else.

however, the moment you finally found time to confront him in person, you nearly flashed out at the sight of him kissing and hugging another girl in the middle of the courtyard — but the icing on the cake? the girl was Jasmine, the same girl you had two of your classes with.

you were never the same after that. you weren’t sad, no. you were far from sad. you were furious, bitter, jealous, and even revengeful — you were a woman scorned, and hell hath no fury like the wrath you were about to unleash on Cameron Cade.

you became quieter around campus, almost reserved. the people closest to you were concerned about your wellbeing, but you were eerily calm. you couldn’t let your emotions take over your life, but you couldn’t just let Cameron slip away from you and into another woman’s embrace. you needed a plan, a real good plan that would surely make him realize the mistake he was making — and that, you did.

throughout the last three weeks of the semester, you did more than just finish up homework and study for exams — you plotted, tremendously. you had to think of something that would scare Cameron straight and have him running back to you, but you also didn’t want to hurt him. you wanted to warn him, but you certainly weren’t going to repeat yourself.

this would be his first and final warning, and if he fucked up again, you’d punish him with actions instead of threats.

after the semester concluded and your grades and GPA were in great shape, you were able to fully focus on your plan, and luckily for you, the NPHC was having an end-of-the-year party at a frat house off campus tonight — an event that you knew Jasmine would be at because you stalked her Instagram on your burner account, a page that nobody knew about but you.

you waited until she posted a video at the party to confirm Cameron wasn’t with her, but to further solidify your assumption of him not being at the party, you stalked his Instagram. you didn’t find anything, so you stalked his friends’ accounts too, but you didn’t find anything there either — that’s when you truly knew he wasn’t in attendance.

upon finding realizing that, that’s when you set your plan in motion. you got dressed in a sexy black lace dress, the piece enunciating the fullness of your breasts and the curve of your ass. the dress was practically a type of negligée and it was so lacy that it didn’t leave much to the imagination, but that was exactly why you bought it — and it’s also why you chose to wear nothing underneath it.

your feet were enclosed in black pumps that added to your height, and once you finished admiring your appearance, you put on a black ankle-length trench coat and tied it at your waist, properly concealing your risqué form. after securing the knot, you slipped something really special inside the inner pocket of the coat before grabbing your keys and heading over to Cameron’s apartment, not bothering to inform him of your impending arrival.

it’s not like he’d answer your texts anyway, and you were through being ignored by him.

Cameron didn’t know what to expect when he heard a knock at his door, but you were definitely the last person he expected to see tonight. he answered the door in a tank top and some sweatpants, a look of confusion crossing his pretty face the minute his greenish-blue eyes landed on you.

“what you doin’ here?” Cameron asked as he leaned against the door frame and rested one of his hands against the side of the door, looking down at you as if he were assessing you.

“you gon’ let me in?” you simply asked, not wanting to beat around the bush with small talk, as you slightly tilted your head, “it’s cold out here, Cameron.”

you weren’t actually cold, but he didn’t know that. he wasn’t supposed to, actually. you didn’t want to stand outside on his door step and talk to him like a woman desperate for answers. that wasn’t your style.

you were far from desperate. you were as calculated as a person could be.

Cameron eyed your attire for a moment and took notice to your heels, but chose not to say anything. instead, he leaned up from his door frame and took a step back before stepping aside, allowing you inside.

you entered his residence, but you didn’t rush to sit. you didn’t want to. that wasn’t what you came over for. you came over to make a point: you will not be left high and dry while he experiences romance with someone who isn’t you.

you watched him shut and lock the door behind you, and the minute he turned around, you stepped closer to him, keeping him from walking past you and almost causing a collision between your bodies.

“why you been ignoring me, Cameron?” you asked, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as Cameron stepped back to create distance between the two of you and you immediately followed, your eyes slightly narrowing at the action, “i been calling you. texting you, too. and you just… disappeared on me.”

“i been busy,” the way Cameron could lie so smoothly to your face without considering the consequences almost made you want to punch him in his mouth, but you clenched your jaw instead to keep yourself from listening to the voices in your head, “my bad. just ain’t had time to check my texts lately.”

“mhm,” you hummed lowly as you stared up at him with a blank expression, seemingly calm on the surface but fuming in the inside, “that’s pretty funny, you know? especially since you’ve been real active on social media lately.”

“not to mention, you been flashing your lil’ girlfriend around campus, too. in fact… isn’t there a picture of you and her pinned on your Instagram that you posted three days ago, Cam?” you asked casually as you flashed a grin, though there was no joy in your expression whatsoever, “what was her name again? hm, let me think… oh! Jasmine, right?”

Cameron looked at you silently, though his face spoke more than his vocals ever could. he can’t say he didn’t expect this, but what was throwing him off was the scarily calm look on your face and the intensity in your gaze. there was something different about your presence and he couldn’t put his finger on it, but whatever it was had the hairs on the back of his neck standing at full attention.

“you didn’t stop speaking to me because you were ‘busy’. you stopped speaking to me because you got a girlfriend,” you chuckled bitterly as you glared at him, “uh-huh, that’s it. you cut me off and left me high and dry to go play boyfriend, that’s what this is.”

Cameron parted his lips to speak, but you immediately raised your index finger and sat it against his mouth, watching his lips immediately close again and his adam’s apple bob from a swallow.

“shut the fuck up. i’m talking,” you growled as you narrowed your eyes at him and removed your finger from his lips, your hand moving to grab ahold of his jaw to force him to maintain eye contact with you, “you think you can just fuck me and leave? huh? you think you can ghost me and move on like i don’t exist? like i didn’t become your stress reliever when you’d get out of football practice? like you didn’t have my legs pinned beside my head while you fucked me like i owed you something?”

“well, guess what? i’m not goin’ nowhere and i’m not sharing you, Cameron. you’re mine, so fuck her and fuck that lil’ ass ‘relationship’ you got with her,” you warned as you slightly raised your eyebrows to emphasize your point, “i’m only gon’ say this shit once, so you better heed my fuckin’ warning. because next time, i won’t talk and i’ll let you see for yourself how serious i really am.”

your hand left his jaw and went inside your coat to slip inside the inner pocket as your fingertips wrapped around your special toy and slyly pulled it out, pressing the cool steel of it underneath his chin.

Cameron’s eyes never left yours and his body tensed up as he swallowed hard at the feeling of your handgun against his warm skin, his jaw clenching slightly to contain the fear coursing through him.

“you feel that, baby?” you cooed condescendingly, smiling sadistically, as you slid the gun up to his cheek and gently tapped the barrel of it against his face twice, your smile widening when you saw him flinch, “you feel what’s gon’ happen to you if i catch you with her again? hm?”

you applied slight pressure and pressed the barrel of the gun further onto his cheek, watching his breathing hitch as his hands balled up at his sides. your eyes lingered on his face before slowly dragging down his body, finding satisfaction in seeing the way his body reacted to being held at gunpoint.

however, when your eyes dropped below his hips, one of your eyebrows rose at the sight before you, and you smirked patronizingly as your head raised and you looked up at Cameron, noticing the shift in his gaze.

“damn, if i knew you’d get hard from me pullin’ a gun out on you, i wouldn’t have waited this long to do it,” you chuckled mockingly as you pressed your body flush against his and watched him inhale sharply through his nostrils, his hard dick now pressed against you and pulsing through his sweatpants, “untie my trench coat, Cam. i got another surprise for you underneath it.”

truthfully, Cameron didn’t know how to feel because he had so many emotions coursing through him at once that it was hard to determine which one was the strongest.

he was afraid of what you’d do to him, but was also intrigued by how far you were willing to go just to have him to yourself. he felt embarrassed about getting an erection from your malicious threats, but his body seemingly had a mind of its own and viewed the gun as an aphrodisiac instead of what it actually was — something that’d be used against him without a doubt if he didn’t comply.

his hands trembled slightly as he raised them from his sides and grabbed ahold of the knot in your trench coat, his eyes nervously flickering between yours and the article of clothing on your body. slowly, Cameron untied the knot and gently pushed the coat open, inhaling sharply through his nostrils at the sight of the black lace against your bare melanated skin.

“f… fuck…” Cameron managed to croak out, his voice barely audible, as his eyes dragged along your figure and you smirked satisfactorily, pulling your arms back and shrugging the coat off of your shoulders until it eventually hit the floor behind you.

“you like it?” you grinned innocently, batting your eyelashes at him, as you pressed the barrel of the gun into the center of his chest and dragged it down his torso before stopping at his lower abdomen, causing his breathing to catch while his eyes dropped down to watch your movements, “i bought it just for you, baby… i remember you said you loved seeing me in lace.”

Cameron’s eyes found yours and he blinked through his hypnotic state as he gazed down at you and swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry the moment he tried to find his voice again. when he failed to speak, he nodded instead, the motion meek and almost submissive, earning a soft chuckle from you.

“mm-mm. use that mouth, Cam,” you cooed, a small smirk crossing your face, as you moved the gun to press into the center of his chest for a second time and your other hand reached down to his erection, wrapping your fingers around it through the layers of clothing and gently squeezing it, “tell me you like my dress.”

“…i-i like your dress…” Cameron admitted softly, his words a bit breathy from your grip on his dick, as his hands cautiously found your waist and you smiled in delight, your body instinctively leaning into the warmth of his palms while your eyes remained locked in on his face.

Cameron didn’t stutter often, nor did he ever speak timidly, but there was something about you that had him feeling more submissive than he ever had in his life — or maybe, it was just the effects of his life being on the line for fucking over the wrong woman that had him too fearful to say or do the wrong thing.

“how much?” you purred, gently biting down on your bottom lip, as you let go of his dick and slipped your hand inside his sweatpants, brushing past the waistband of his boxers with ease and wrapping your fingers around his bare phallus while you began to stroke him slowly.

a soft groan fell from Cameron’s lips and his grip slightly tightened on your waist as his head tilted back a bit towards the door and his hips gently jutted forward, pressing himself further against you and the palm of your hand.

“s-shit… so much, mama,” Cameron groaned as his hooded eyes left your face and averted to your body again, allowing them to slowly wander across your scandalously-clad figure and properly drink you in, “you look so fuckin’ good in that dress.”

your eyes lit up and you grinned widely, watching Cameron’s eyes choose parts of your body to momentarily fixate on before moving to another part of you. the term of endearment sent pleasant shudders through you and a moan of contentment fell from your lips as you slightly tightened your grip on his dick and sped up your hand a little, flicking your wrist to also stroke him in a circle instead of the only doing the standard up-and-down motion.

“good enough for you to bend me over that couch and fuck me in it?”

your hands clung to the couch cushions as you stood bent over the couch arm, a deep arch in your back while Cameron fisted your dress and bunched it up against the middle of your back. your moans and cries filled the room and echoed off the walls as sounds of skin slapping, groans, and wet squelching harmonized with your sounds of pleasure, Cameron’s other hand firmly gripping your hip while he deeply stroked you at a quick pace.

your ass bounced and rippled against Cameron’s pelvis and your breasts pressed into the couch as a furrow sat between your eyebrows and your mouth hung open, your jaw slack while your body slightly jerked forward with each of Cameron’s thrusts. Cameron’s grip on your dress tightened and his fingers dug into the material before it sharply ripped under his tight grip, earning a broken gasp from you as you felt him completely tear it off of your frame.

this — this is why you couldn’t let him go. he knew your body better anyone else did. he knew how to fuck you so good that you’d still feel him the next day. Cameron was notoriously skilled in bed, and you knew other girls on campus knew that because word gets around fast, but you were through sharing — you were completely over it, actually. you were tired of thinking about the next bitch who got to cum on his dick that wasn’t you.

this time things would be different — because you’d be the only one cumming on his dick from now on.

suddenly, the position switched and both of you ended up on the couch as you sat on his lap, your thighs on either side of his while you bounced at a quick pace. his large hands firmly gripped your hips to help guide you and he leaned up to you as he kissed you hungrily, desperately deepening the kiss while your hands clung to his shoulders.

you moaned into his mouth and he groaned into yours in response, but the moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing, making you huff in annoyance before pulling away from the kiss.

your hips gradually slowed and you parted lips to question whose phone could possibly be ringing, but then you paused before a word to leave your mouth, and a smirk slowly spread across your face as you met Cameron’s gaze and slightly tilted your head.

that wasn’t your phone, and you knew it wasn’t because you left yours at home.

“answer it, Cam.” you grinned innocently, your hips coming to a stop, as you sat fully seated on his dick and caressed his shoulders with your fingertips, feeling them tense up from your words.

Cameron’s mouth opened to decline but you immediately glared at him before any word could actually leave his vocals, one of your hands leaving his shoulders to grab ahold of your gun.

“i wasn’t asking,” you remarked, your voice suddenly shifting to a snarky tone, as you pressed the gun into the center of his chest and your other hand tightened on his shoulder, your eyes slightly narrowing at him, “pick it up and put it on speaker. now.”

the moment your gun touched Cameron’s chest, his dick twitched inside you and his fingers flexed against your hips, his breathing hitching and becoming a bit heavier than before. hesitantly, Cameron took a hand off of you and leaned forward as he grabbed his phone from the coffee table and leaned back against the couch, looking up at you for a moment before reluctantly answering the phone call.

“hello?”

“hey, baby! i was callin’ to see if you were still awake or not ‘cause i’m gettin’ ready to come see you,” the sound of Jasmine’s sweet and unsuspecting voice echoed throughout the living room and you could feel Cameron tense up further underneath you, “i didn’t wake you, did i?”

your eyebrows immediately furrowed at her words, your eyes darting between Cameron’s face and his phone. she was “getting ready” to come see him? while you were here with him? you weren’t going for that. in fact, you were going to make sure she didn’t show up at all.

before Cameron could even open his mouth to speak, you started moving again, deep determination and pure fury surging through you while your grip tightened on his shoulder and you pressed the tip of the gun further into his chest. Cameron’s eyes slightly widened and he inhaled sharply through his nose as he watched you intently, unable to control the way his body responded to the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

“n— nah. nah, you d-didn’t.” Cameron tried to mask his pleasure, but his words came out completely strained and his voice slightly cracked as his hand left your hip and his entire arm banded around your waist, holding you against him while you continued bouncing on him.

you smirked sadistically and pressed your forehead against his as you slid the gun up to rest underneath his chin and pressed your chest flush against his, eliciting a quiet whimper from him while his colored eyes searched yours.

“why you sound like that? you okay?” the genuine concern in Jasmine’s questions only made your smirk widen and you bit down on your bottom lip as you pressed your knees deeper into the couch cushions and bounced harder, taking his dick as deep as possible while a furrow formed between Cameron’s eyebrows.

Cameron’s jaw fell open and his bottom lip trembled as he tried to form a sentence of reassurance to give his girlfriend, but a deep moan fell from his lips instead once he felt your tongue drag across his mandible. you smiled victoriously and dragged your tongue all the way to his earlobe, kissing it before flicking the top of it with the tip of your tongue.

“you know what i want you to do, Cameron,” you whispered patronizingly in his ear as your hand slid up from his shoulder to the back of his neck, cradling it in your palm while his arm flexed around you, “tell her you done with her. tell you don’t want her no more. tell her not to call you no more. tell her you leaving her. do it or i’ll kill her.”

“Cameron… are you good? what the hell was that?”

a desperate whimper fell from Cameron’s mouth, though he didn’t know if it was from fear or pleasurable, and the sound of your threatening whispers mixing with Jasmine’s innocent voice nearly sent him into psychosis, conflict and pleasure internally battling to control his facial expressions.

“J-Jas…” Cameron exhaled shakily as he swallowed hard and tried to steady his voice, but considering the position he was in — literally and figuratively — he knew it would be a waste of time, “i can’t… c-can’t do this wit’ you no m-more.”

“you can’t do what no more with me? Cam, what the hell you got goin’ on? like, seriously. ‘cause i know you not about to do what i think you are.”

you pulled back from Cameron’s earlobe and looked down at him, meeting his gaze that was somewhat unsteady. a stray tear formed in one of Cameron’s eyes and you smiled sadistically as you watched it roll down his cheek before wiping it away with the tip of the gun, making him flinch.

“do. it. Cameron.” you whispered demandingly, slightly raising both of your eyebrows, as you gently tapped the gun against his cheek and suddenly bucked your hips, earning another whimper from him.

“i-i’m… i’m leaving you, Jasmine. i c-can’t do this relationship shit wit’ you no m-more…” the words left a bitter taste in Cameron’s mouth, as if his stomach acid had refluxed and scorched the back of his throat. his body tensed after the words hit his eardrums, as if it had physically pained him to leave the woman he cared about.

but you? you were elated to see the words pour from his mouth, no matter how much they may have hurt him you say or how much they may have hurt Jasmine to hear. there was no going back after this, and you and Cameron both knew it, but sooner or later, you’d grow on him and he’d learn to love you like you loved him — frankly, he had no choice.

and just like that, Cameron was stuck between a rock and a hard place — the “hard place” being a woman he mistakenly fucked over who wouldn’t hesitate to kill to get him all to herself, even if it meant he had to die, too.

“open up a lil’ wider for me, bae… uh-huh, there you go, pretty girl.”

your mouth opened wider on command as you pushed forward a bit more, slowly taking as much more of Tyriq’s dick as you could handle down your throat until you eventually gagged around him. you fisted the rest of his inches that couldn’t fit in your mouth and you stroked him with the same rhythm you sucked at, your mouth and hand moving in unison as soft gagging and the sound of spit filled the air.

“fuck, look at you. so damn beautiful with this dick in your mouth, baby.” Tyriq groaned, cradling the back of your head in his unoccupied hand, as his fingers lightly threaded through your hair and he gently guided you up and down, not wanting to take over your movements but wanting to help you out with them instead.

you moaned against him in response and you pulled back from his dick until only his tip was in your mouth as your other hand wrapped around him and you started jerking him off while paying special attention to the sensitive head of his long inches, earning a deep moan from him while his grip in your hair slightly tightened.

“look at me, bae.” when your eyes lifted to Tyriq, you weren’t expecting to see his phone angled down at you and recording the lewd act you were engaged in, but you weren’t put off by it. in fact, it made you determined to make him cum quicker, and your hands sped up on his dick before either of you even realized it.

you pulled your mouth off of his tip and stuck out your tongue instead as you slapped and rubbed the throbbing tip against your tongue, keeping your hands steady and maintaining your rhythm while your tongue swirled around the head and slid across the slit in it.

“shiiiit… damn, mama,” Tyriq gutturally moaned, his hand sliding down from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, as he lifted the phone and angled it towards the mirror, recording at a different angle and perspective, “keep goin’, baby, fuck… you doin’ so good f’me.”

the change in perspective showed more than his point of view did — it revealed his unbuttoned shirt, his tensed abdomen, and your slightly messy hair. it also displayed the color of your gown in a different lighting, the front of it tucked underneath your knees to soften the floor beneath you.

however, the mirror perspective really emphasized the movements in your hands and head, a soft hum falling from your parted lips before you took him back inside your mouth again.

Tyriq watched you in the mirror for a moment before looking down at you, watching you remove both of your hands this time and bob your head quicker than you initially did. your eyes flickered up to his and the two of you made eye contact as you held your hands behind your back and took him in deeper, soft gagging noises filling the room again for each time he hit the back of your throat.

Tyriq’s jaw slightly dropped and his lips fell ajar as groans and moans erupted from his vocals, the sound of them echoing inside the bathroom and harmonizing with the sound of slurping from you. a furrow formed between his eyebrows and his lashes fluttered as his hand moved from your neck to your jaw, cradling it in his hand and pressing his thumb against your cheek while he watched his dick disappear and reappear inside your warm mouth.

“mmh, fuck, i’m ‘bout to nut, mama… ‘bout to nut all in this good ass mouth,” Tyriq moaned, the furrow between his eyebrows increasing, as his grip slightly tightened on your jaw and his phone and he lowered the camera back to you, wanting to record the moment he painted the inside of your mouth with his cum, “don’t stop, baby, keep goin’. just l-like that, beautiful…”

and you didn’t stop. you wouldn’t stop — not until your boyfriend was satisfied and completely drained of his seed.

“So I send her the email right? And I clearly said if she needed help or don’t understand to tell me. I didn’t hear nothing so I’m thinking everything cool. My coworker decides to check in with her and she claims ‘oh I didn’t see it’.”

Aaron just shakes his head with a sigh, “I’m not surprised. Ma I’m tellin you, she just there collecting a check.”

This should’ve been the first sign to Aaron he was in love. Actively listening to you complain about work - lowkey wanting to know the tea himself - and the fact he’d been ready to pop up at your job and handle anybody that stressed you out. Patients, co-workers, your manager. Any and everyone could get it.

“Then she said she don’t know how to move stuff to the different folders!,” you add pausing from your pacing in front of your man as he sat wide legged on your couch. He wasn’t complaining at the view though, watching your hips sway in your black scrub bottoms that gripped your ass and thighs so nice he had to silently thank God for such a creation and having the sight to witness it. “You right though, she just there to be lazy and get paid. Oh! And I ain’t tell you how she was bragging about her little connections with the manager so now she feel invincible. But he caused this. She had two other positions she kept messing up but rather than fire her, like anyone else would, he puts her somewhere else!”

“Far as I’m concerned they both dumb as hell,” he responds pulling you down to sit on his thigh. “I told you bae anytime you finally get sick of them people, quit. I got us.”

The second sign: him wanting to take care of you, and not as part of some ego boost showing off to everyone around how he was the man. Because he was eager to learn what made you happy and willing to do whatever he needed to keep you happy. He wanted to be your peace unlike in his past relationships where his needs were his only concern.

“Aw thank you baby,” you smile lightly gripping his chin to kiss his puckered lips, “but I’m not putting all that stress on you.”

“Ain’t no stress when it come to my baby.” Interrupting what would be an overdue, heavy make out is the extended vibrations from Aaron’s phone signaling an incoming call. Begrudgingly pulling his iPhone from his pocket, he rolls his bluish-green eyes as he lets his head fall back against your cream loveseat with phone pressed to his ear.

“Sup? Yea I’m still coming just gimme a few minutes. Alright..alright I’ll see yall.”

“Shoot I forgot you had boys night,” you hurriedly stand looking at your watch. Already Aaron misses the warmth of your body against him nearly making him pout like a spoiled child. “You gotta get ready.”

He just shrugs as he stands, “Honestly been thinkin about staying in. Meet up with Buck another time.”

To celebrate Buck’s release from jail, the rest of the boys wanted to get together, which of course included the hottest club, drinks until somebody fell out, women, the works as he’d call it. However, Aaron wasn’t in the mood to deal with sweaty, drunk people bumping into him all night in a cramped space. Strobe lights hurting his eyes and speakers giving him a headache as he had to practically scream to be heard over the thumping bass. He just wanted you, in bed, comforter and blankets nearly suffocating the both of you while one of your shows played on the tv.

The final nail in the ‘locked in’ coffin.

“It’s up to you, but I wouldn’t want him to feel a way because all his boys there and not you. Plus with all yall together I know it’s gonna be a time.”

“Yea them boys somethin’ else,” he lightly chuckles bringing you close with firm hands on your hips. “You uh mind if I come back after?”

“I’ll probably be sleep by then though.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just crash here.”

An amused tilt finds its way to your perfectly arched brow and the corner of your mouth looking up at the man holding you like he didn’t want to let go. “So you’re gonna pass your place to come back here? And when I’ll most likely be sleep?”

“Cmon ma you gon’ make me beg?,” he chuckles. “You know I wanna see you.”

“I know you do, but I don’t mind a little beg here and there,” you respond with a playful tug to his thin, gold Cuban. Since day one you’d been getting onto him about saying what he meant.

“I don’t know why you playing like this,” he’d said at the house party of a mutual friend months ago. That famous dimpled smirk on his face finally having gotten you alone in the hallway. He saw you see him multiple times throughout the night, but rather than come to him - like he expected - you continued taking turns between being with your girls or working the room. “You know I’m feelin’ you.”

“I have an idea, yea, but I don’t know for sure,” you retorted. “When have you told me ‘I like you’ or ‘I wanna take you out’? I’m not a mind reader I can’t tell what’s going on in that big head of yours.”

It had been a couple weeks of this back and forth between the two of you. Flirting as he walked with you throughout the store - much to his supervisor’s dismay - turned into exchanging numbers that later lead to texts throughout the day and late night calls. Yet nothing ever outwardly spoken sealing what you already felt to be true.

“Oh so you flirt with other dudes like how you flirt with me?”

“If what we have is so obvious, you should know I’m not. Plus are we gonna ignore the four girls I saw you ‘kiki’ with?,” you smirk back taking a sip from your bottle of water. Aaron kisses his teeth as he playfully rolls his eyes, but he knows you have a point.

“Aight touché ma.”

“I’m into you Aaron, but come correct or watch someone else do it.” Those few words shifted something in Aaron he’d never experienced before. And when you moved to walk away, his arm was quickly reaching out to stop you hating the mere thought of you leaving with someone else that night. Dating someone that wasn’t him.

“Hi, I’m Aaron,” he begins as your soft eyes look up at him. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all night and would love if you’d give me the chance to take you out sometime. Preferably tomorrow if you free?”

Try as you might, it’s hard to hide the smile beginning to spread across your glossy, peach flavored lips. The dimly set lights fail to shield you from Aaron’s incoming teasing feeling his index finger tap under your chin and stop you from turning your head.

“Don’t try to hide, I see you cheesin’,” he smirks making you playfully roll your eyes. “If only I could see it every day.”

Heart like melted ice cream and cheeks burning, you reach up to peck his cheek leaving a glossy print of your lips. “Depending how tomorrow goes, maybe you can.”

…

Clear, plastic cup in hand as he stood against the wall, Aaron was already overstimulated and ready to go. There was a dull ache in his temple that started from the moment he entered YaYa’s. Apparently everyone else in the city came out wanting to celebrate too from how packed the dark space was on each floor. His crew was lucky enough to find the little corner booth next to him where Buck, and a couple of their other boys, sat nodding along to the rap mix thumping from the speakers overhead.

“Looks like you need some company.” Light skin with straightened brown hair highlighted with blonde, the unknown woman no doubt was interested in Aaron from the way her sultry eyes took in his standing form. Denim mini skirt with a red lace tank top and matching stilettos, she was undoubtedly attractive, but no longer what Aaron was looking for. “What’s in your cup?”

“Crown,” he shouted to be heard over the newest song beginning to play, “and I’m good. My boy in the green tee could use some though.”

“What if I wanna stay here instead?,” she asked smirking as she gently rested her hand on his chest leaning closer to his ear to be heard. A simple twist of his upper body and her hand is falling back to her side causing her features to twist in confusion.

“My girl waiting for me at home.”

He loved how that felt leaving his lips. His girl. He wondered what you were doing right now. If you were waiting up for him or already sleep. Hopefully in one of his shirts he strategically left in your pajama drawer since beginning to stay over at your place.

Blonde highlights simply pouts before sighing, “too bad,” and retreating to her friends at the bar. Meanwhile Aaron’s friend, Mike, is taking her place surprising Aaron with a firm clap of his shoulders and a brief shake.

“Aight that’s the second baddie you denied tonight. What’s wrong with you man?!”

“I’m good on all that. Just tryin’ to vibe tonight.” For anyone else, that answer would be enough. It wouldn’t be Mike though if he didn’t keep running his mouth.

“Don’t tell me you scared bruh. You need a wingman? Need big Mike to help you?,” Mike teases in a baby like voice making Aaron roll his eyes as he removes his friend’s hands from his shoulders.

“Like I said I’m good bruh.”

Mike kisses his teeth, “Don’t tell me you done let one of these hoes tie you down?”

Aaron could tell Mike about himself for that. Go off loud enough that everything in the club would probably stop. Lights coming on while security manhandled his whole crew outside to the busy street. Even fight him for daring to call you a hoe when he knew nothing about you. But he kept calm. Simply sipped from his cup as the man in front of him observed his quiet demeanor and shook his head with a chuckle.

“Nahh bruh, not my boy!”

“Mike chill.”

“Why waste time on one when you can have ‘em all? I mean they got they own rosters and shit too, they don’t give a damn about us.”

Aaron really was trying to hold on for the sake of Buck, but he could feel his skin getting hotter with annoyance and frustration.

“I can’t believe you let one trap you. Can’t be the best p-,”

Mike couldn’t finish his sentence with Aaron quickly grabbing the front of his shirt and pinning him to the wall he once stood against. His bluish eyes nearly seagreen now with how angry he was. The rest of his boys were quickly surrounding him urging him to let go, but Aaron was past a point of reasoning.

“Finish the sentence. I promise you won’t be talking again.”

“Aye chill man, he not worth it,” Buck spoke near his ear. “Let him go.”

“Nah he talk to fuckin’ much!,” Aaron replied still not keeping his eyes on an unapologetic Mike trying to loosen his hand from his shirt.

“I know, I know. But you wanna go back to your girl tonight right?”

That seemed to straighten him up eventually loosening his grip enough that the couple other men of their group could pull Mike back towards the booth while Buck grabbed Aaron with an arm around his shoulder leading him outside.

“Nigga really letting a girl come in between the boys!,” Mike called after them. Buck’s strong grip on his shoulder wouldn’t let him turn around though and didn’t loosen until they were finally on the sidewalk outside. Humid, Atlanta summer air hitting both their faces as they passed the line of people waiting to get in. With every step, Aaron could feel his heartbeat slowing to its natural rhythm. Unfortunately, his headache increased in its pounding by the time they stopped to sit on a nearby bench.

A puff of air leaving his lungs, Buck gently rolls his neck back and forth before retrieving a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. “You alright man?”

“Yea I’m good. Mike just don’t know how to shut up.”

Buck chuckles lifting the white stick to rest between his lips as he lit the opposite end and eventually blew out a white stream of smoke. “Yep…that’s Mike for you.” He takes another drag before blowing out another stream, “so who’s the mystery lady? Or you hiding her from everybody?”

A small smile spreads across Aaron’s lips - as it tended to whenever you were mentioned - “Nah ain’t no hiding.” Shifting so he could get his phone from his back pocket. Easily he opens his phone showing all the pictures he had so far. Some were selfies of you at work while others were of the both of you from your various dates.

“Okayy I see you my boy,” Buck smiles clapping Aaron on the shoulder. “Y’all look good together.”

There goes the giddy flutters he tended to get when thinking about you again. Unknowingly, a flush of pink appears on his cheeks as well making Buck smile even harder as he shook his friend’s shoulder. The two looking every bit like teenage boys geeked about getting noticed by the prettiest girl in school.

“She even got you blushin’ and shit?! My boy in love forreal!”

“She different man. Make me wanna be better you know?”

“I feel like that’s how it’s supposed be when you love somebody and really wanna make it work. Do what you can and supposed to for that relationship to grow. I’m happy for you Ron.”

Aaron could always depend on Buck for talks like this. Even solid advice when he needed it. Although he never took that advice for himself, getting mixed up with the wrong people and the wrong things, he was always good people. One of the few Aaron could truly call a friend - unlike the rest of their crew only around for a good time.

“Thanks Buck.”

“Now why you out here in these streets with these fools and not with her, I don’t know.”

“Nigga we supposed to be celebrating you that’s why,” Aaron chuckles smacking him on his upper arm.

“I’ll be honest man, I been sleeping on what felt like sticks and stones for months. I want my bed! Hell I’ll take a blow up mattress at this point!”

Different shades of skin tone aside, you’d think the two were brothers how similar their laughs are, “I feel you. That short time I had in juvie was enough for me.”

“I appreciate you coming out though; yall trying to do this for me, but you know we can always meet up later and do something. Get to your girl man. I already know you itchin to get back,” Buck winks making Aaron chuckle once more.

“You gonna be alright out here?,” Aaron asks as he stands. Their hands meeting with a loud slap.

“Yea I’m cool. Like it better out here really,” he answers making eye contact with a passing group of women. One with butt length, black boho braids and brown skin like his eyeing him longer with a very interested smirk and small wave directed towards him. Aaron took that as his sign to give the two some time together, telling his friend goodbye one last time before ordering his uber.

…

Locking the door behind him, Aaron’s immediately met with the sight of you curled on the couch under your pink Hello Kitty blanket. Your phone on the floor - probably from being dropped when you fell asleep Aaron guessed - and the re-run of some Law and Order episode long forgotten. The closer he got, he could see you were wearing his old Braves shirt only making the dimples in his cheeks deepen.

“Cmon sleeping beauty, time for bed.” His lips pressing softly on your forehead and then your cheek causes you to stir. Your eyes peeking open to find your boyfriend cutting off your tv and retrieving your phone from the floor.

“You’re back,” you sleepily smile stretching your arms over your head. “You have fun?”

“Yea it was alright,” he answers effortlessly lifting you and your blanket in his arms to journey to your dimly lit bedroom. Once close enough to your side of the bed, he’s gently dropping you on top of the multi-colored comforter leaning down to meet your lips. “Glad to be back with my baby though.”

“Aww you missed me!”

The fact you apparently couldn’t tell by now that he wanted to be with you every waking moment, practically living in your skin, genuinely baffled Aaron. Nonetheless, he nods kissing you once more before walking towards your clothes basket to remove his socks, jeans, and top leaving him in his black boxer briefs. “You miss me?”

You playfully tap your chin as if you’re thinking before lifting your hand to show your index finger and thumb maybe a centimeter apart. “A little.”

“Mm…yet you walking round in my shirt,” he teases sliding into bed beside you. His hand instantly finding your thigh to drape over his hip as your arms wrap around his neck.

“God forbid a girl wanna be comfortable,” you innocently shrug causing both of you to laugh.

“Whatever, you know you crazy about me.”

In that moment, he can feel a shift in your mood. No longer joking and playful, but nervous as your attention went from his eyes to his chain reflecting the warm light from the small lamp on your dresser. His knuckles trace against the smooth skin of your thigh attempting to comfort you, but you still won’t meet his eyes. “What’s wrong bae?”

How close you’re pressed against each other, Aaron feels your heart thump against your chest. “I promise it’s nothing just…I’m more than crazy about you. I love you.”

It’s a weight off your chest, yet waiting for his response is like a block to your oxygen. Was it too soon? Much more serious than he wanted? Although it seemed longer, it was only a few seconds before Aaron was tilting your chin giving himself all the access he wanted to your full lips. Hopefully allowing you to feel his love for you as your lips moved in perfect sync. Like they were made for each other.

“I know you wasn’t nervous to tell me that,” he smiles against your lips. “I’ve been in love with you since you got me straight at that party.”

“Nuh uh,” you smile.

“Uh huh,” he replied matching your childish tone before turning serious again. “It’s always gonna be you for me ma.”

You met him at the impressionable age of thirteen, a time when every older boy was much more interesting than those your age. The more time spent around each other quickly burrowed a Teddy-sized pocket in your brain. It did not help that as Teddy grew, he only got taller, more handsome and became a proud owner of a happy trail, one you had daydreamed about seeing up close.

A tag-a-long to all their pool hangouts at Teddy’s after school, the study buddy when they needed math tips, and the badge most proudly worn, know-it-all little sister that would not leave—mother’s orders. You happily benefited from the amenities in the home of the richest kid in town and left the duo to their devices often. Back then, there was always something in Teddy’s house far more interesting than two pubescent boys.

“Smartie!” It was his old nickname for you. It made you visibly recoil upon hearing it. While your brother opted for ‘nerd’ or ‘four-eyes’, Teddy named you after his favorite candy.

“Theodore. What did I say about calling me that in public?” You groaned, as if anyone around you was watching. Unfazed by your reaction, he cased you like an off-duty officer and all but demanded you accept his free ride.

“The hell are you doing walking home alone? Come on, I’ll scoop you.”

A brawny forearm hung outside of the driver’s side door, urging you to come along as he waved in his own direction. You maneuvered your way to the passenger’s side where he parked, becoming faced with the clean bergamot of his car freshener and thirty-two teeth sparkling your way. Teddy had a smile that melted the hearts of some of the strictest teachers, stuffy politicians and most ladies in a two-hundred-foot radius. It was the kind that tugged at the corners of your own lips.

It raised the temperature on the back of your neck to see that smile, he had a funny way of making you feel like a teenager again. You never acknowledged the feelings you had to his face, and it wasn’t suspected by anyone growing up. The three-year age difference meant watching his and your brother’s milestones happen before yours, and the exploration of other girls their age. You wouldn’t lie to yourself that you weren’t happy when he and Danica split, you found her to be a bit…daft.

Now he’s single, flashing a multimillion-dollar smile at you, alone, in his car. The proximity between you made your heartrate pick up, and if it weren’t for Tyler, the Creator thrumming lowly, you could probably hear it between you two.

“You look cute, were you meeting someone?” Awoke you out of a daze you didn’t realize you were in.

The car was no longer stationary and not headed in the direction where you lived. But you didn’t dare to correct him despite the lump daring to form in the pit of your stomach. So, you look down at your outfit, just a well-fitted top and straight jeans. Your blouse was backless and fitted around your torso, showing off your figure in conjunction to the jeans. His eyes volleyed from your lap to your chest, then back to your face.

You huffed, “Still being dubbed ‘cute’ at twenty-five.”

“You can do better than that, Teddy.” Taking the corner of your bottom lip in your teeth, you feel the pangs of regret for letting the words leave you.

“Want me to say it?” He looked over at you, his seafoam irises slightly blown. You met his stare for a second, then focused on the town that passed you both in the window behind him.

“You’re dressed...you look…sexy,” he said plainly. “I don’t know why it feels weird to say it.” He speaks, this time more so to himself.

“It’s why I assumed you were meeting some lucky idiot.” He sounded…jealous? Not like a concerned older brother figure, but eerily possessive in his tone.

Sexy. You let the word roll around in your mouth, not fighting the grin that spread on your face.

“Seriously, Teddy, where are you taking me?” You asked.

“To the beach house,” He replies like it’s yours too. “You’ve been drinking.” He spoke definitively, and you watched as streetlights and signs leave you behind.

“I’m hardly drunk. I can take care of myself.” You rebutted, pouting, and he glances over just to chuckle at you.

“Not while I’m alive and well.” That was the end to that back and forth, he was firm on taking care of you for the night.

Sneaking glances at him to your left, ogling at the chisel of his side profile and dimples and he rapped along to his playlist. It wasn’t soon before you began to shift in your seat, a ball of heat forming at your center that rivaled that of the alcohol you claimed didn’t affect you.

The car soon came to a stop, right in front of the beach house you shared spring breaks and summers in with him and your brother. You reached for the car handle while in your peripheral, Teddy sat back.

“Just let me chill for a sec, Smartie.” The driver’s seat cocked back and he spread his legs, round eyes lidded with the weight of his day, and something else you were scared to admit.

The air in his car started to feel thick, laden with unspoken confessions of attraction and the anticipation of the other’s next move. A game of eye tag ends with you looking down at your kitten heels, but not for long, with a gentle hand lifting your chin back up and towards his face.

Teddy was a spectacle for the eyes, his tawny complexion accented by irises that decided if they were blue or green by day, and flaxen locks that were cutest, to you, when frazzled. He stood tall at 6’5, and he wore it unabashedly, confidence dripping with each step he took. And he was staring at you, intent, but patiently waiting for your response.

“I’ve never had sex,” you say, just inches away from his lips. It leaves you as one word, shocking you after you have said it and bringing forth a chuckle out of Teddy.

“Cool fact. I didn’t take you here to sleep with you,” his tone remaining sweet, and so certain.

“F-forget I ever spoke at all.” You stammered, feeling even more exposed, and there was nothing around you to bundle up in that was yours. His eyes were still on the side of your face, so long he should have been able to paint a portrait by memory.

“If we ever do it, it wouldn’t be in my car. I’d always imagined there would be a bed.”

Always imagined? You were starting to think he wanted you in an early grave.

“Come here,” he beckoned you, lips slotting against yours with light pressure at first, soft enough to make you sigh.

You know he didn’t take you here to just kiss you once. Wrapping your fingers around the strings of his hoodie you anchored the two of you closer together. Trying to hold on to your dominance you took capture of his bottom lip in your mouth, Teddy groaned as you sucked on it softly then released it, just to lean back in for more.

“There’s a bed inside. Take me inside, Teddy.” You spoke between spurts of breaths, Teddy’s mouth leaving yours to explore the underside of your neck. He hummed against your throat.

“We won’t tonight, baby.” He coaxed, continuing his path down your neck with his tongue.

“Please, Teddy.” Your body was consumed in nerves, skin pricked and voice shaken.

You started your night alone in a bar, and now you are begging for Teddy Spencer, your best friend’s brother, to take your virginity in his driveway. His mouth was replaced by his hand so quickly you could still feel the slickness of his teeth over your jugular.

“You wanna be a big girl tonight, hm? Take all of me?” The haze of desire had you nodding before he finished his sentence. It was all you could think of doing.

Teddy’s hands reached for your wrist, guiding your hand over the console and into his lap to feel his length through his sweatpants. He was partially hard, and growing, sat over his right thigh and still girthy enough to elicit a wanton sound from your mouth. Something between a whimper and a squeak left you as your hand trailed down its length.

He pulled your hand from his lap and began kissing your knuckles. He asks, “Do you ever touch yourself, make yourself feel good?”

Fire creeps up your cheeks as you nod slowly, as if you weren’t sure you wanted to keep it a secret. Late nights and hurried touches under your covers came to mind, particularly those where he was the object of your affections. You even owned a bullet, small but mighty, on evenings where you were especially in need of something stronger than your own hands.

“I bet you do,” he answered, “That pussy probably so wet for me right now. Shit, I can tell by the way you can’t sit still...you always had that problem.” Your breath hitched hearing him speak this way, his teasing words snatching your own from your throat.

“I want you to show me,” You blinked at his expression; his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and round eyes lowered onto your body, rejection the farthest from his mind.

You abandoned all logic and began to strip in the front seat of Teddy Spencer’s car. Shimmying out of your jeans, you let him see your sateen underwear and thighs that jiggled with each movement. Thanking your earlier self for picking a cute pair tonight, you spread your legs without a second thought. Teddy licked his lips when he saw them, a simple black with lace trim and a wet patch growing at the seat. You held your legs open hoping he would touch you or even try to taste.

“Babygirl…” the pet name brought flutters to your stomach, different than you’ve ever felt with him before.

“Teddy, do something,” you whined. Your nipples strained against your top, aching to be touched. His body heat surrounded you as he leant over the console to whisper in your ear.

“I want you to touch yourself. Two fingers…show me how much you need me.”

The tone of his voice shifted to one that made you want to shrink in your seat. His tongue made lazy circles at a spot under your ear, effectively reducing you to shivers, making it hard to not be swayed by his instruction.

You listened despite your own wants, eyes on his, taking your ring finger and middle to your center. Past soft curls, your slit was velveteen, your own fluids coating your fingers. Gathering your slick, you slide your fingers up to your clit, a gasp opening your mouth as you drew circles over it.

“Good girl. Damn, I can hear it, so wet for me,” he rasped in amazement.

His hands find your breasts under your top and you lurch forward. His index and thumb take their time between rolling and pinching the pebbled flesh of your nipples. More wetness seeps out of you at the touch.

“These sensitive, too? You’re my wildest dream. Bet no one’s ever seen you like this.” The only thing that could come out of you was a whimper. His eyes and hands were fixated upon you as if you would disappear beneath his fingertips.

“No one else. I promise.” You reply, earning yourself a kiss that was all tongue and brazen. He licked into your mouth, probing, repaying you for your earlier teasing. Your own moans filled your ears before you could realize you were releasing them.

All the attention to your body brought you closer to a crest you didn’t care to fight. Your fingers naturally began to increase in fervor, thrumming tighter ‘o’s’ on your pearl—until Teddy’s much larger hand grabbed your wrist. You failed to fight the urge to whine, eyebrows knit tight and chest breathing deep, heavy breaths.

“Did I say go faster? Greedy little thing, trying to cum already?” You weren’t embarrassed, but his hardened expression tempted you to test his limits.

“Please, it just feels so g-good.” You stuttered under his stare. “You make me feel good Teddy.”

“I barely touched you and you’re fuckin’ ruined for me.” Teddy lifted your hand out of your panties and your fingers glistened behind the glow of the moonlight.

Then he stole your breath and put them in his mouth. You felt his tongue along your middle and ring fingers, suckling your arousal with an intensity that made your own mouth water. He must’ve caught the sight of your mouth dropping open, because he leaned forward and gave you careful directions.

“Tilt your head back.” Like the good listener you are you did, and Teddy appeared, this time allowing his saliva to dribble in your awaiting mouth.

Spreading your lips wider, you could taste the blend of him and of your own juices made on your tongue. Through a lidded stare you watched his hands find your jaw again and enclose the space between you. The kiss was obscenely loud, smacking and your moans echoing against the now foggy windows of Teddy’s truck.

Teddy kissed you as if he dedicated himself to committing the imprint of your lips to memory. In the seclusion of his driveway, he allowed you to be brought to the precipice of your pleasure and back. Finally, his hands roamed your torso, pulling you as close as you could over his console to himself, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth.

You were floating, living and breathing naughty dreams of years past. Teddy’s hand descended from your waist to the lace hem of your drenched panties, sneaking two fingers beneath the fabric. A needy whimper escaped your mouth when you finally got what your wish, his longer fingers on your swollen clit, rubbing faster, harder than you could.

“This what you wanted, right? Gonna make you cum all over yourself, ain’t I?” He separated your mouths just to taunt you again, your mewls growing louder with each revolution of his fingers.

You yelped as he slipped his middle into your entrance. “T-Teddy, I can’t…it’s too much!”

Your cries go ignored as his intrusions light your lower belly ablaze, the inside of your thighs growing even wetter, daring to leave your essence on his leather seats. He’s relentless in his pursuit, eyeing you as you crumble beneath his ministrations. You’re shaking in front of him, he chuckles and you jerk when he adds his thumb to your clit.

“Do you know how pretty you are like this? I can feel you’re close, you keep squeezing me like I’ma leave you.”

Teddy never minced his words, and the way he was talking to you had you tumbling over the brink. He strummed you as you writhed, unable to hide from the sopping sounds coming from your center. His finger inside you introduced you to a pleasure you hadn’t ventured alone, your body naturally seeking more with the jerky movements of your hips.

“Teddy please--,” you whispered. He pressed his forehead against yours, and you became unable to decipher where his breaths ended and yours began.

“You know I’d never do that, baby.”

Electricity shot from the soles of your feet to the tip of your spine. You fell apart with a broken moan of his name, sputtering all along his hand and down to the leather beneath you. Teddy maintained his pace while your body cried for him, encouraging your pleasure at its wake.

“That’s right, let go,” was what he said as your brain and body malfunctioned.

You didn’t know it yet, but you became his for keeping in his driveway that night. Teddy spoke words laced with sugar to you whenever he picked you up in his G-Wagon, priming to explore you in every inch of that vehicle.

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Author’s Note: If you made it this far thank you!!