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The black suv was supposed to be taking you straight to the premiere.

Instead, Tyriq had other plans.

You looked dangerous tonight.

The custom black gown clung to every curve like it was painted on — deep plunging neckline, thigh-high slit, and a back so low it barely existed. Your skin glowed under the city lights, hair styled in soft waves, makeup flawless. You knew you looked good. Tyriq had barely said a word since you stepped out of the hotel, just stared with that dark, hungry look in his eyes.

Now, twenty minutes into the ride, he couldn’t wait anymore.

The partition was already up. The driver had been paid very well to mind his business and take the long route.

Tyriq’s large hand slid higher up your thigh, pushing the slit of your dress open even more. His fingers brushed the lace edge of your panties as he leaned in, lips against your ear.

“You tryna get fucked before we even get there?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Looking like this… got me hard as fuck in the back of this car.”

You turned your head, giving him a slow, teasing smile. “We have a premiere to get to, baby.”

“Fuck the premiere,” he growled.

He didn’t wait for permission.

Tyriq pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, your dress bunching up around your waist. His hands gripped your ass possessively, squeezing hard as he kissed you like he was starving. The kiss was deep, messy, and full of weeks of built-up tension. His tongue slid against yours while he ground his hard dick up against your core through his tailored pants.

“Been thinking about this pussy all day,” he groaned against your mouth. “You look too fucking good. Can’t wait.”

You moaned softly, rolling your hips against him. He reached between your bodies, pushing your lace panties to the side, and slid two thick fingers inside you without warning. You were already soaked.

“Shit, baby,” he hissed, pumping his fingers slowly. “You wet as fuck. This all for me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, riding his fingers. “Always for you.”

He added a third finger, stretching you open while his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit. His mouth attacked your neck, sucking marks into your skin that the makeup artists would have to cover later. You tried to stay quiet, but soft whimpers kept slipping out.

Tyriq pulled his fingers out suddenly and brought them to your mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered.

You obeyed, tasting yourself on his fingers while he watched with dark eyes. He groaned, then freed his thick, hard cock from his pants. It slapped against his stomach, heavy and leaking at the tip.

“Ride me,” he said, voice strained. “Right now.”

You didn’t hesitate.

You sank down onto him slowly, moaning as he stretched you open. Tyriq’s head fell back against the seat, a deep groan rumbling from his chest.

“Fuck… so tight. So fucking wet,” he panted. “This pussy missed me, ain't it?”

You started riding him, rolling your hips in deep circles before bouncing on his cock. The car swayed slightly with your movements. Tyriq’s hands gripped your ass hard, guiding you as he thrust up to meet you.

“Look at you,” he groaned, eyes locked on where your bodies joined. “Taking this dick so good. My nasty little girl.”

You braced your hands on his shoulders and rode him harder, the wet sounds of sex filling the backseat. Tyriq reached up and pulled the front of your dress down, freeing your breasts. He leaned forward and sucked on your nipple hard while thrusting up into you.

“Ty— fuck,” you moaned, head falling back.

He switched to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hands squeezed your ass as he fucked you deeper, the angle making you see stars.

“You gonna cum for me before we get there?” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Want to feel this pussy squeeze me.”

You nodded frantically, grinding down on him faster. He reached between you and rubbed your clit in fast, tight circles while pounding up into you.

“Cum, baby. Let me feel it.”

You came hard, crying out as your walls clenched around him. Tyriq groaned loudly, hips stuttering as he followed right after, burying himself deep and filling you with thick, hot pulses of cum.

He kept grinding into you slowly, pushing his cum deeper while kissing you messily.

When you both finally came down, he stayed inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Love you so much,” he whispered against your neck, voice soft now. “You look too good tonight. Couldn’t help myself.”

You laughed breathlessly, kissing his jaw. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Worth it,” he murmured, kissing you again.

He eventually pulled out gently and helped clean you up with tissues from the car. He fixed your dress, wiped the smudged lipstick from your mouth, and pulled you into his lap properly, holding you close as the car finally approached the premiere.

Tyriq kissed your temple, hand resting possessively on your thigh.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered. “Mine.”

You smiled, leaning into him.

The red carpet could wait a few more minutes.

Your man clearly couldn’t.

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Maybe it was because they came from different yet similar walks of life but sat on their high horses. They bypassed a lot of ridicule and obscurity simply because of who they were.

You didn’t know how they did it. It was stupidly impressive and it pissed you off.

It wasn’t hard to spot Rafe and Cameron from where you sat, they were two of the tallest motherfuckers in your undergrad grade.

Cameron cradled a football, occasionally throwing it from one hand to the other. Rafe sported a notebook and wore his backpack that had his lacrosse sticks connected to it.

They conversed, one made a joke and the other laughed loudly, tossing his head back.

“Don’t you ever think about that?” Kaylie asked.

You didn’t have to think, you already knew it.

Both boys weirdly had the same body count of 15, almost like they fucked together. Rafe was a bit more modest about his but he still kept pussy on his arm. Cameron was far more loud and clear about it.

“I bet you I could fuck them. Not just Rafe or Cameron but both of them, y’know?” Kaylie continued to rave as you both stared at the two men.

You ignored the confidence Kaylie shouldn’t have had.

“How when they don’t know who we are? They get around and have groupie campus bitches, I’m sure they fuck on them every night. No use for regular girls like us”

You didn’t mean to sound so jealous or pessimistic. It was a natural thing whenever you saw the boys.

“Chill out, (Y/N), I doubt Rafe and Cameron even do relationships.. but some good dick will go a long way”

“You think so?”

“I’m willing to bet my life, girl”

It was true that the boys weren’t dating the girls but your jealous streak came out every time you saw them, let alone heard their names.

What was it about Rafe Cameron and Cameron Cade?

Maybe it was their charm. Maybe it was their smiles, their laughter, their ways with words that often had you blushing and laughing along with them with that twinkle in your eye.

Probably the fact that they always knew to come to you for questions about the Hiroshima and Nagasaki incidents, the Gettysburg battle, or even something as basic as fucking where Angel Island was on the map compared to Ellis Island.

It was having them so close to you when they looked at you expectantly for answers. It was how excited they got when you helped them paired with a squeeze of your arm or even a full on hug and kiss to your cheek.

You fucking hated it. Hated it because you knew they had that effect on everybody else and were making other people laugh and blush like you— other women.

Your eyes caught the movements of the exact reason your skin crawled. As if on cue, as if in sync.

Sofia and Jasmine approached the men and greeted them with hugs, both of their lanky arms wrapping around their necks. Their bodies swaying to the sides… both Rafe and Cameron’s arms hugged the girls’ waist so low…

Women like them.

“What the fuck do they have that I don’t?”

You just briefly met the girls’ eye contact before turning away, before sighing out of frustration and packing up your things, before standing up and slinging your tote bag over your shoulder.

“Girl, where’re you going? We still have two more chapters to study for” Kaylie’s frown was soft on her gorgeous, nerdy facial features.

“I need to go”

You stomped on your MaryJanes until you exited the courtyard and found the pathway to the library.

You didn’t know it yet but you caught more attention than just the women you’d steadily grown jealous of.

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“For your final project of the semester, I’m putting you fours on a collaborative project and I expect you all to work equally to succeed on a passing grade”

The next day found you sitting in the same library next to Kaylie.

Arms crossed and frozen, your heart racing in your ears.

“I hope you know who want to pair up with because I’m picking your other partners”

You and Kaylie met each other’s eyes, telepathically telling each other this project was a cake walk no matter who you got paired with.

But it was your professor’s next set of words that you couldn’t have predicted even if you put money on it.

“(Y/N) and Kaylie, Rafe and Cameron”

This couldn’t be real. Kaylie looked at you like it wasn’t. Eyes wide, a small gape in her mouth that slowly turned up into a smile. She grinned and quietly cheered, she eyed you hoping you to do the same but all you could do was sit there frozen.

You stared at the tan marble table before you and before you knew it, your peripheral vision saw the boys approaching. They sat their backpacks down and pulled out the chairs, getting situated.

When you looked up, you wanted to vomit.

Two sets of the prettiest eyes you’d ever fucking seen stared between you and Kaylie, their smiles pulled and poking at their dimples.

“Hi girls” Rafe smirked, crossing his arms. You tried to ignore the way his biceps peeked through his cream colored Henley shirt. Or the way the small diamonds in his ears dazzled and complimented his buzz cut.

“H-Hey” you murmured.

“Looks like it’s us four together, huh?” Cameron Cade leaned back in the library chair, mirroring Rafe and also crossing his arms with a smirk.

You finally spared the boys a bold glance only to find Cameron Cade staring you down, a certain fire in his eyes. He was unabashed with his gaze on you, you didn’t miss the way his irises checked you up and down.

It was something about his greenish hazels that made it hard for you to pull away from him. It felt trance like.

“Looks that way” you replied back to him. You opened your mouth to speak but the voice beside you was faster.

“So where are we starting first? Better yet, where should we study outside of class? Not to sound thirsty but my spot is pretty spacious—“

You grimaced at your friend, looking to your left. “Kaylie—“

“What? The library isn’t open on the weekends and who knows how much time we’ll get during the week”

She looked at you and shrugged before turning her attention back to the boys.

The same boys who were suddenly so interested in her suggestion, their bodies leaned in and listening to Kaylie ramble about her off campus apartment.

You put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“I know you don’t mean to sound thirsty but you sound and look it. These boys just sat down, can you chill out?”

Kaylie pushed out another sigh, looking both boys square in the eyes and giving them the biggest, fakest smiles you’d ever seen.

“Can y’all give us a minute? We just gotta straighten something out real fast”

They only nodded, those same smirks still pulled at their lips. Next thing you knew, Kaylie was hauling you up by the arm and dragging you over to a section within the library.

“(Y/N), you must not know what God just blessed us with. You’re not dreaming, okay? I need you to wake up and get on that right with me. Why’re you acting like such a prude?”

You blinked at the woman before you, “Kaylie.. for your sake and mine, I’m going to ignore that word choice—“

“But I’m saying, (Y/N)—“

“But I’m saying too, Kay” you put your hands on her shoulders, looking in her eyes, “men like that can see when we’re coming on too strong. I want that just as bad as you do but we have to ease into it. We can’t look desperate to fuck them”

With the way Kaylie’s nose turned up and the way she shrugged your hands off of her, you’d think you called her all kinds of names and told her to go fuck herself.

“So you’re calling me desperate?”

You frowned, confused. “What— Kaylie, no—“

“You act like you ain’t been wanting to fuck them since we started college, that beating around the bush shit is for little girls, (Y/N), you’re too grown to not know what you want.. I know I do”

Kaylie shrugged again. You watched her become bolder, not to mention physically fixing herself— she fluffed out her boho braids and unbuttoned another button of her shirt, subtly exposing her cleavage.

“I mean, you can wait around all you want to but you said it yourself, they’re not fucking on regular girls like us so why not change that when we have the opportunity? You know what I’m on”

All you could do was stare at Kaylie, who the fuck was this girl? And who was she talking to?

“Say the word, (Y/N), I can have both of them to myself if you don’t want them. I’on see you tryna make plays, what are you willing to do?”

She sauntered off, leaving you standing there and stunned.

When you returned to the table, Kaylie had helped herself to sitting closer to Rafe and Cameron. Your professor had already given out the assignment and provided books.

The boys smiled upon your return, Kaylie only smirked at you. Except it didn’t feel welcoming, it felt like she was rubbing it in your face. You swallowed hard, trying to control your emotions.

She sat in the middle of the boys, you noticed an empty seat next to her. That’s when Rafe stood up, easily towering over you.

“Come sit” he smiled that stupid smile that had his dimples exposed, “we didn’t wanna get started without you, sweetheart”

His hand ghosted over the small of your back, guiding you past him and to your seat directly next to his.

Before you could even sit down, you felt the sneaky hand of Rafe Cameron press at your back fully. You glanced up at him with a soft shock in your eyes.

Slyly, he leaned down, his lips through your hair.. his warm, minty breath so suddenly in your ear and down the side of your face.

“You can always sit in my lap if you want” he murmured “I don’t mind”

When you shivered, Rafe chuckled. His heated gaze met Cameron’s over Kaylie’s, she was too busy going over the project for them to notice.. but you noticed.

It felt like the boys were telepathically communicating, a certain language that’d go over many heads.

At first you didn’t understand it but when you did.. Kaylie’s words rang in your head.

‘What are you willing to do?’

Your decision wasn’t hard.

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“(Y/N), it’s almost quarter after eight, where’s Kaylie?” Your professor quizzically asked as she approached your empty library table.

It was just you sitting there a few days afterwards.

Your phone stayed open with Kaylie’s text chain on the screen, you’d been texting her since yesterday. Nothing, not even a delivered message. You showed your professor.

“She slept at Danielle’s dorm last night and didn’t come back to our apartment so I’m not sure. We’ve been studying like crazy so I’m sure she overslept, didn’t hear her alarm”

Solid. Your professor nodded and walked away, approaching another student table. Behind her walked up the two boys who immediately upped your blood pressure. They even smiled in sync when they saw you.

“Pretty girl” Cameron mumbled as he approached the table, “how are you this morning?”

You prayed the fluster wasn’t obvious.

“Flirting with my girl this early in the morning, Cade? Is bro code not a thing anymore, or what?”

Rafe dropped his backpack beside his chair and sat down with folded arms, a playful look of competitiveness in his blues as he looked at Cameron Cade.

“Jesus” you breathed out a giggle, covering your face, “enough, we have to focus today, guys, okay? Please chill out”

“Yes ma’am” they both said in unison, you rolled your eyes.

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Call it being the scholar you were but you immersed yourself perfectly in your work despite the fact that you had two of your crushes working so closely to you.

But that was soon short lived.

“Hey, (Y/N)” Cameron whispered across from you, “you mind helping me find a book about this project? I’on really know where to look in here”

You didn’t think anything of it. How could you? You nodded.

“Of course, c’mon”

Cameron Cade followed you eagerly, his tallness towered over you as you walked. The expansive library had so many twists and turns to it, so many corners and hooks to get lost. Easy to hide out.

The history section just so happened to be tucked off.

You were so oblivious. Not just to the lewd thoughts of Cameron Cade but the way he looked at you.. but the way he stalked towards you as you bent over to grab at the book he purposefully placed so low to the ground yesterday.

“Mhphm— it’s so stuck back there— got it! Here you go, Cam”

You turned around to find the man just at your back, all he did was smile and pluck the book out of your grasp. He was close to you, if you wanted to kiss him, you could.

“Y’know I never got to ask you but where’s your lil friend at today? Class damn near over and she ain’t show up yet”

Shrugging, leaning against the bookshelf, “I’ve been calling and texting all period, nothing”

Cameron nodded, saying nothing. All he did was look at you.. more like look through you.

It was starting to make your skin crawl and not in the bad way. He suddenly reached above your head and grabbed another book.

“Yeah I hope she’s alright but uh, it doesn’t matter much to us.. that right, Rafe?”

From around the corner, his best friend emerged. He shook his head, eyes drinking you in. “Nah, not much to me.. if anything, we’ve kinda been hoping to get you alone, (Y/N)”

This couldn’t be real life. You had to be dreaming, right?

You finally found your words but your throat was dry. “W-what are you guys talking about?”

Cameron chuckled, “c’mon, pretty girl.. use that head..”

He slick leaned into you to put the book back but caged you into him, both hands on the sides of your head. Cameron Cade had no shame as his lips found your neck.

Heated, wet, splotches to your skin.. your eyes shut pathetically, a low mewl just barely creeping out of you.

“Can’t tell me you haven’t seen the way we look at you.. ‘s been that way since the beginning, princess.. we’ve been wanting you”

Your lips softly gaped open, you stared at Rafe who stood ahead. His blues going darker by the second.

“We? As in you both? Not just one of you?”

That had Cameron pulling back and Rafe stepping forward, nobody said anything. They both surged in and kissed your lips, blood raced in your ears.

Somehow you moved in a slow, sensual tandem kissing Cameron and Rafe at the same time. Soft smacks and heavy breaths.

Both boys occasionally took turns kissing you individually— Rafe taking you by the chin, Cameron a bit rough and grabbing by the neck as he stuck his tongue down your throat.

It was easily the hottest thing you’d ever done in your life.

If that wasn’t the cherry on top, it was—

“Can we touch you, baby?” Rafe mumbled against your lips. He smirked at your soft panic.

“R-Right now? In here? Our class is just out there, someone could walk in on us any moment” you whispered.

Neither of them responded right away, instead one found your neck and the other began kissing you again.

Cameron held your kiss in place with his hand over your throat, the other hand boldly going under your pleated skirt and pushing your panties to the side. Upon finally feeling the promised land, Cameron groaned.

“Fuck… wet as fuck for me, sweetheart..”

The pads of his thumb circled your clit and all over your pussy before pressing at your entrance, surging forward. Not to start moving but to stay there, Cameron’s fingers were thick.

And if that wasn’t worse—

“What about me, huh? This pretty pussy got room for another?” Rafe muttered in your ear, also going up your skirt.

Similarly to Cameron, he sought out your sopping clit, making your back arch. Two equally thick digits encased themselves inside of you.

You felt a deep moan immediately creep up in your throat, ready to tear itself out but your brain recognized your surroundings. You’d be expelled in no time if someone caught this and reported it.

Just as your hand flew to cover your mouth, Cameron Cade was faster. He grabbed it and put it back to your side, he condescendingly shook his head.

“I’on care about all’a that” at the same time, his fingers began pumping, thumb hitting your clit, “i wanna see this face when you cum.. you better be quiet though.. can you do that for us, baby?”

Rafe’s fingers also began thrusting, you could barely fucking think.

All you could do was bite your lip and swallow hard, that hot, white feeling of pleasure creeping up your spine and spreading throughout your body.

“P-please I c-can’t—“

Cameron frowned down at you and instead of slowing down, his fingers fucked you harder.

“No? Fuck you mean no? You must wanna get caught, huh? You hear that, Rafe? She wants somebody to walk in on us stretching her out”

Rafe mirrored Cameron’s frown and much like him, his fingers also sped up. Your eyes rolled back to your head, your buttoned chest heaved.

Disappointment swarmed throughout your chest as you looked in between your crushes.

“Just f-feels so good.. please, I w-won’t be able to shut up. I-I have to—“

An involuntary yelp of a moan almost sounded from the deepest depths of your body but Rafe quickly swallowed it with a kiss. You melted into him easily, kissing him back and submitting to his dominance. It quieted you down for sure.

The only noises present should anybody walk by being that of labored, heavy breathing, and your squelching pussy wrapped around four fingers.

Still kissing you, Rafe looked over at his best friend— the culprit that rubbed your clit a certain way to emit such a noise. Cameron Cade merely smirked and shrugged.

“Stop bein’ so fuckin’ nice to her” Cameron muttered.

But Rafe was too much of a softie, especially with the more he kissed you and after he pulled back to look at you. Swollen pouty lips, lust blown eyes, you just wanted to be good for them.

“‘m gonna cum” you just barely whispered out, “please don’t make me hold it, I’ll be so good, I promise”

His dark blues peered deeply into yours, he nodded, taking in the desperate and pleading look in your eyes that had his cock rock solid.

“I know baby, I know.. it’s okay..”

You turned your head to look at Cameron for what felt like an eternity. It lit a fire within you. You took him by the shirt and kissed him deeply, it felt like he was the hardest to convince.

“I’ll be so good for you, I fuckin’ promise”

Cameron looked at you with a challenge in his greenish hazels, “yeah?” His fingers sped up, “I’ll hear you scream for me later but for now, I just wanna see you cum.. you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, I just wanna see you come apart for me that’s all..”

From the side, Rafe was at your neck, placing the lightest, teasing kisses that was doing everything it needed for you in this moment.

“Yeah c’mon, baby, cum for us.. get my fingers real messy so I can taste you… bet she taste real good, don’t you think, Cam?”

Cameron smirked, “I’m already knowing”

You were surprised you didn’t scream or didn’t black out. Your orgasm slammed into you without notice.

Your legs quivered, hands digging into both Cameron and Rafe’s shirts for some kind of purchase for your release. If anything, your vision was spotty and probably bit on your lip so hard you drew blood.

All you could recall was the snapping and release of your walls, the thrumming feeling that left your body vibrating.

But the looks of the boys said you were in the clear. You watched them slowly, carefully remove their fingers and stick them in their mouths. Their groans soft.

You opened your own mouth to say something but the bell sounded, cutting you off. Whatever message you had in your head was already a thing that the boys picked up on.

They approached you closely and kissed you again, Rafe first, Cameron last.

“Text us your address, let’s finish this tonight, yeah?”

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If the boys knew what was good for them, they’d have pulled out the very driveway they eagerly parked into.

Turning off the car, they exited and approached your off campus apartment. Nightfall was in full effect, the clock struck 8 PM the last time they checked.

They rang your doorbell and waited only a moment before you opened the door. You dressed in a floor long black silk robe, your kinky hair pressed out in big, fluffy curls.

“H-Hi! Hi, come in! Sorry, i was cleaning up a little bit before y’all came but it’s okay, c’mon”

Both men gave each other a look before stepping inside. You were just a little out of breath, a little flustered but nothing out of the ordinary.

When they stepped inside fully, Cameron’s sight caught notice of an extra set of everything. Shoes, a jacket on the chair, a put up purse.

It seemed like the boys had the same thought but you were on them faster. You wrapped your arms around Rafe’s neck, kissing him deeply. You moved over to Cameron and did the same, leaning into him, your acrylic nails brushing over his buzzed head.

“Mhm..” Cameron groaned as his own hands settled on your hips, “sweetheart, hold on—“

“What’s the matter?” You mumbled. You reached out and gently took Rafe by the back of his neck, bringing him in for another hungry kiss, your tongues mingling.

“Where’s your roommate at?” Cameron asked.

“Where’s she been at?” Rafe mumbled.

You waved them off, “oh she’s fine, Kaylie’s out running some errands for the apartment and doing her thing. She’ll be gone for a couple of hours, it’s okay”

Your sentiment didn’t really convince the men fully but it convinced them some. They should’ve listened to their gut.

“So she’s—“

You silenced Cameron’s concerns with a peck and a nibble to his earlobe.

“If you’re worried about her walking in on the both of you stretching my pussy out, then you have nothing to worry about”

You turned to Rafe and began kissing the column of his neck.

“I promise everything’s okay.. just.. please take care’a me..”

Still on Rafe, you single-handedly worked Cameron’s belt loose and opened his pants, surging your hand past his briefs and seeking out his warm, thick cock. Cameron hissed as you began jerking at him, twisting at his base.

“Been thinkin’ of the both of you since this morning.. I came back home afterwards and tried to make myself cum just as hard as y’all did but I couldn’t do it”

You giggled to yourself as you continued with Cameron and kissing on Rafe. With your other hand, you paid Rafe the same attention.

His dick was a bit longer from what you could feel but just as thick and heavy as Cameron’s, it had your heart racing in anticipation.

It took nothing to get both men hard and ready.. if they weren’t already. They moaned and groaned out into the air with no shame. They weren’t afraid to touch you either.

One of them had reached out to untie your robe, grunting at the sight of you naked underneath. Cameron slid a hand behind and grabbed your ass, Rafe slid up and grabbed at your breast.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby” Rafe mumbled hoarsely, squeezing your tit, his thumb brushing over your nipple. He leaned in heatedly and captured your lips.

Cameron Cade was growing jealous right beside you. He gripped your ass hard, one of his fingers dipping in between your folds and finally seeking out your pussy. You whimpered pathetically.

“Enough’a that, c’mere, baby”

Cameron Cade led his kiss tongue first. Wet, messy, sloppy, filthy, and you loved everything about it.

“Ooh somebody’s jealous, huh?” Rafe said with a smirk, “I think I can fuck her better than you, Cade.. probably make her cum harder than this morning in the library”

Cameron pulled away, staring down at you. He covered your hand with his that was still stroking his cock, stroking faster.

“Tell him that’s not possible baby. Tell him the only reason you felt so good this morning was because of me”

The attention was becoming overwhelming in the best way possible, it was what you saw in your dreams. You laughed.

“Come on, boys” you pecked their lips individually, “isn’t it better to be about it instead of talking about it?”

That seemed to activate both men. From the middle of the living room to your bedroom, you were finally stripped naked.

Stripped naked and lying on the bare chest of Cameron Cade who fondled at your breasts without a care in the world, not a teasing bone in his body.

All the while his best friend was between your legs, eating your pussy like his fucking like depended on it.

One hand on Rafe’s head as you rode his face, one hand behind Cameron’s head as he tongued you down.

You opened your eyes and suddenly you were on your knees, mouth full of Cameron Cade. Rafe Cameron was behind you, one hand further mold you into a deep arch and in one swift motion, letting the head of him breach your entrance.

“Oh.. fuck..” Rafe groaned under his breath, “fuck, sweetheart” his hand slapped at your ass.

You had two hands at Cameron’s thick base, you dropped his tip from your mouth, your head falling forward.

“So big..” you muttered, tossing your head over your shoulder to look at Rafe.

“Oh yeah?” Rafe probed, beginning to thrust, his hands at your hips. “Just like that, princess? You ever had someone stretch you out this good?”

You didn’t mean to look Cameron Cade in the eyes but when you did, you were glad you did. Mischief swirled in your irises, your hands still stroking him.

“Never had anybody stretch my pussy this good, baby.. and I don’t think I ever will except you”

You knew what you were doing and it pissed Cameron Cade the fuck off. He growled and took you off of him completely.

“Get her up” Cameron ordered, he stood before Rafe, “gettin’ real sick of her mouth”

Rafe only chuckled and hauled you up in his arms, he guided you back until yours met Cameron’s chest. Your legs dangled in Rafe’s arms, your arms around his neck.

You still had a certain playful expression in your eyes but it was nothing like seeing it disappear as both men had you stationed on their lengths, easing you down and stuffing you full of both of them.

“Oh— oh my fucking— shit!” You cried out, tossing your head back onto Cameron’s shoulder. The man took that opportunity to sling an arm around your front to keep you close.

“Nghh fuck, Rafe, she’s so tight. Could cum like this alone” Cameron grumbled.

It wasn’t long before both men began fucking you. They weren’t nice about it either. Ragged, hard, and fast.

At some point, you began bouncing. Your body jutted, hair all over the place, titties jumping up your chest.

There was a slight burn with accomdating two monstrous lengths inside of you at the same time but you were so wet with slick, it became easier.

“You feel so good, sweetheart..” Rafe murmured in your neck, “bein’ such a good girl for us, ain’t she, Cam? Ain’t that many girls on this campus that can take two of us at the same time”

Cameron chuckled, “nah not many at all… but she’s special.. our girl, our sweet girl— this pussy is special.. made just for us to fuck”

The boys so blown in lust and close to their own orgasms weren’t expecting your next response.

“And you better know it too”

You had Rafe on his back, Cameron behind you, still inside of you. You began riding Rafe Cameron like the world was ending tonight. There was a look of possessiveness in your eyes that was scaring him yet driving him wild.

But it wasn’t just him that needed to know. You reached back to caress Cameron’s head.

“Both of you are mine and mine only.. and it’s not just because I can fit the both of you inside of me, it’s because I said so. We make each other feel so good.. why give that to anyone else, huh?”

You rode Rafe harder, inadvertently riding Cameron harder. The boys groaned loudly.

“I have no plans to give this pussy away which means you can’t give this dick away, do y’all understand me?”

Call it being pussy whipped and close to an orgasm that had the boys nodding their heads vigorously but they nodded.

“Such good boys..” you leaned back and hungrily kissed Cameron before leaning down and kissing Rafe.

You bounced on him, grinding against his pelvis. “Open” you ordered him and grabbing his jaw. The slack opening saw you dribbling a line of spit onto his tongue.

“Where’s mine?” Cameron gruffly asked from behind. You simply smirked, leaned back, and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

Cameron hesitated none with drawing out a line on your tongue, watching in pure pleasure as you swallowed every bit of it.

Maybe that’s what sent him over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m cumming”

Rafe grabbed at your breasts, “‘m right there too, oh shit—“

Their orgasm triggered your own and when you fell apart, it was much more intense than the first time. The difference being, you got to scream about it.

Your walls squeezed every drop out of poor Rafe and Cameron into your greedy canal, filling you up like you’ve never known. So much that you’d already began leaking.

You didn’t collapse right away, you stayed straddling Rafe, still with him inside of you. Cameron pulled out and laid beside him instead. A post orgasm euphoria coated your body as you looked in between them.

“Better than I’ve ever imagined”

One peck to Rafe, one peck to Cameron.

“After this, we have to promise we’ll be on our best behavior with this project and get it finished” you giggled.

Cameron chuckled, “we can once your load gets lighter, pretty girl. Can’t have you doing all the work. Where is your roommate?”

You laughed again and shook your head, “she’s dead in my bathroom. I killed her before you guys got here”

The boys blinked at you.

“Figured I couldn’t fuck you guys with the smell of her body in here if she died a few days ago, that kind of smell tends to linger”

Call it a coping mechanism but they finally began laughing. A nervous filter behind it, they prayed to every God that you were joking.

You giggled with them, finally getting off of Rafe and grabbing at your robe to dress yourself.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious! C’mere, I can show you!”

Standing before the audience in your bathroom was very obviously, something heavy wrapped in a blanket. Decorated in a bloody splotches all over, signs of struggle. Placed cramped up in the bathtub.

“Things got a little messy despite me trying to keep it clean but Kaylie she just— she’s been pissing me off lately.. for a long time actually. I should’ve left the bitch a long time ago”

You slithered in between them and also stared. You hugged on Cameron’s arm and played with Rafe’s fingers as you spoke.

“She, um, she got a little too close and showed too much interest in what was mine. Because truthfully, I’ve had dibs on the both of you since I saw you. That was all I needed to do. It was just a matter of getting all of us on the same page. No Jasmine, no Sofia, no Kaylie. Just us.. she asked me what I was willing to do to get you both…”

You snickered, “here we are..”

Horrified was an understatement for Rafe Cameron and Cameron Cade. They stood frozen in fear, fucked, truly fucked.

“It’s something I’ve been trying to work on I swear but I guess sometimes I get jealous”

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“Come over”

You sent the message like clock work. Cameron was always  your go too on nights like this. It had been 2 weeks since you last saw or talked to him. You assumed he was butt hurt over how you kicked him out after everything last time.

It wasn't your fault and you weren't going to feel bad about it. You made it clear to anyone you talked to that nothing was serious. He was your favorite but you’d never tell him and there were no labels keeping you loyal to Cameron.

10 minutes had passed with no response.

That was weird.

Cam was always quick with his replies.

Another 10 minutes passed when you finally got a text.

‘Busy’

Busy?

He was never busy at this time of night and what could be doing that was more important than you.

The dry response threw you off.

He was bullshitting and you knew it. If that was his attempt at making you beg for him, he was mistaken. You never begged. And he wasn't going to change that for him.

“Wrong number” you replied with a quickness, before closing your phone, throwing it down on the couch.

You paced around your apartment unsure what to do. You were never this bothered when it came to someone. You had your fun and moved one, so why did his message bother you? 

You didn't care, you didn’t need him anyways, there was always someone else.

Deep down you knew you didn't want anyone else. Truth was you hadn’t messed with any other guys since you started “seeing” Cameron, if that is what you could even call your situation.

You might have entertained a few but that was the farthest it went. They weren't like Cameron, but you would never say that outloud and boost his ego.

You did anything to keep your mind off your phone, fluffing pillows, sweeping, going to the fridge just to close it because nothing looked good.

Your phone stayed where you left it, face down on the couch.

You didn't dare touch it. 

You weren't sure if you were more nervous for came's response or for the possibility that he was going to ignore it.

If he wasn't coming, he wasn't coming.

It was that simple.

Nothing to stress over.

Maybe you should call somebody else?

Just to prove a point. It's not like you didn't have their numbers in your phone.

Your eyes flickered to your phone but you didn't move. 

You didn't actually want to. That part, you ignored.

A knock hit the door, hard. Not polite or patient. Your head snapped in the direction of the sound. Your heart spiked a little as you made your way to the door. Pulling it open like it didn't matter.

Cameron stood there, jaw set, eyes already on you.

He didn't even let the air settle before he started.

“Fuck you mean wrong number.”

You stood in the doorway trying to seem as unfazed as possible.

“Oh it's you, I was expecting someone else.” you teased, knowing he was already pissed.

“Bullshit” he huffed, sliding past you into your apartment.

“You always have something slick to say.”

You let him pass, closing the door and leaning your back on it as you faced him. He didn't move past the entry way.

“Its the truth, I didn't expect you.” You were lying through your teeth.

“So I should go then?”

All you could muster was a shrug, you feared your voice would betray. You wanted him to stay, you weren't sure why it was so hard for you to say that.

Once he realized you were gonna keep the act up he nodded, “aight then so be it.” moving towards the door to leave.

You didn't move out his way.

“You gonna move or..?” He raised an eyebrow, his hand had reached for the handle next to your hip, sort of trapping you in his space.

“I-” You struggled to get the words out.

“Dont stutter now, I thought you were just all talk.” He said his voice just above a murmur.

You huffed out a frustrated sigh. “I don't see why we need to have a heart to heart Cameron.”

“Thats not what this is, this is about you going on about other niggas when you know they couldnt reach half the places I do.” He murmured, his breath ghosting your face as he closed the space between you.

“Just admit it and  ill stay, you just want me jealous, you know your not fucking with no one else.” he said, his lips ghosting yours, eyes locked.

“What are you trying to prove,” you huffed, halfway irritated at the topic but turned on by his closeness. “Who I fuck is none of your buisness.”

You knew you were bluffing but watching his face twitch trying to decipher whether you were serious or not was a bit entertaining.

“So I could fuck around and you just wouldnt care?” he questioned, stepping back to fully take your face in, his eyes bouncing around like he was trying to take in every movement your face made.

“Like you don't already,” you suck your teeth, “Do whatever you want, Cameron, I don't care.”

“Tell me to go then,” he urged, brows raised as he challenged your words. “You don't care? Tell me to go and I'll go.”

You paused for a moment. You could just keep lying but what would that do, you didn't want him to go honestly, but even trying to say that physically pained you. 

As long as he thought you didn't need him you had a sense of authority over the situation.

Maybe even him too.

He was just stripping all your walls down and you hated how you felt so free to do so with him. It was never like that when anyone else.

“Just say what you want to.” He pressed.

“You’re irritating.”

“And you still don't want me to leave.”

“I didn’t say that but sure, maybe…” you admitted, trying to keep the smile from creeping up on your face.

He stepped closer, gripping your sides as he pulled your body into his. Your hands instinctively came up his sides resting on his biceps. 

“I didn't hear you, one more time,” He fought a grin as he waited for you to repeat yourself.

“You heard me the first time.” you murmured avoiding his eyes, you hated how much he was enjoying this, almost as much as you hated how the words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat.

You exhaled quietly, your grip on his arms tightening just a little.

“Im not saying it.”

He nodded like he expected that. His eyes dropped to your lips.

“I’ll get it out of you, don't worry about it.” That was the last thing you heard from him before he was on you.

His lips attached to yours, he was rough taking what he wanted. It was unapologetic and it caught you off guard, You were always in control but that was quickly changing.

His grip stayed firm at your sides as  if he wasn't going to give you the option to slip away this time. 

You pushed back, kissing him just as hard, teeth grazed, breaths uneven, you refused to let him completely take over. It turned messy quick, a silent fight for dominance, neither of you were willing to let the other win.

Cam’s hand slid up your body to your jaw tilting your head up giving him better access, the kiss deepened, becoming slower and heavier. He became more deliberate, like he was done playing.

Your thoughts blurred, your senses were flooded with him, he was all you could feel or smell. Your attitude from earlier slipping completely through his fingers as you melted into him.

It bothered you how much of an effect he could have on you. You tried fighting it before but he was making it so hard.

Before you knew it you back was leaving the door and he was guiding you through your place as if it was his own, shredding each other's clothes with an urgency.

He was quick to bend your naked form over the arm of the couch. He pressed his clothed and aching length against you, His boxers the only thing blocking the two of you. His body unmoving , just letting you ache with anticipation.

“You're real quiet now.” He stated, his hands bracing your hips as he rubbed slowly. You whined moving your hips back trying to ease the pressure between your legs.

“Cameron,” You warned, there was no real bite behind it.

“What happened to all that shit you were talkin’?” He questioned, his hand sliding between your heat, fingers rubbing between your folds.

A quiet moan escaped your lips but was muffled by the couch cushion.

Just as the pleasure started to build, he pulled back. Causing you to let out a whine, All you could hear was him shuffling behind you.

“Cam I swear.” you started to fuss as you turned your head when you felt him press into you in one long stroke all the way to the hilt.

You tensed from the sudden intrusion before relaxing, a quiet sound slipping from your lips. He started moving, his strokes starting off slow and torturous. Cam allowed you to feel every inch of him you had been missing.

“Thought you wanted me gone?” he said, his voice gruff.

He picked up speed as he talked, You didn't reply the only sound coming from you were cries and moans as he angled himself so he hit the spot so deep inside you.

His hands rested on your lower back as he pressed down arching you just right.

“Said you were gonna replace me, what happened to that?” He continued as he plowed his way inside you.

When you didn't reply he stopped abruptly, you whined from the pause in stimulation your walls fluttering around him begging for more.

“I can't hear you?” He drawled.

“Please,” You whined trying to press back into him but his hold was unbreaking.

“You answer when I talk to you and I might let you get what you want” He huffed.

You were pissed he was using your words against you. You didn't think your pushing him around was going to catch up as quickly as it did. But you were willing to do anything to get him to keep going even if that meant telling him the truth.

“There's nobody else cam.”

“Who else was supposed to be here?” He pressed and he continued his quick thrusts,

“Nobody.” You whined.

“Yeah?” He murmured.

“You know who you belong to.” He stated his voice low, almost like he was speaking to himself.

“Who's it, huh?” The way he said it almost sounded desperate, you could tell he was getting close, both of your orgasms approaching. He tried to keep the edge in his tone but you knew he needed to hear you say it.

You hesitated but through your moans you answered.

“Yours.”

“Yeah baby it's mine.” He almost whined. He stroked almost wanting to falter. He could have came just from that but he pushed through, determined to get you there first.

Curses flew from both of you, the only other sounds filling the room were the connecting of skin and the wetness between you.

“Oh fuck im gonna cum cam please.” You babbled as you got closer to the edge. All you could do was hold onto the side of the couch as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“I got you baby, come on,” he said slowly.

Your release rushed over you with a heat, hitting you all at once. You clenched around him as he followed suit, spilling inside you. His strokes came to a halt as he rested his hand on your lower back as you both caught your breath.

He could tell you were spent, he helped you up, repositioned you guy so that you were on the couch in his lap. He covered you with a blanket as you rested on him, chest rising and falling in sync.

“You good?” He asked as his hands ran up and down your bare back.

You nodded with tired sound it wasn't quit a hum, you head resting on his shoulder.

He didn't even let the silence rest between you two before speaking.

“Wheres your phone?”

“Why?” You frowned.

“Every ‘nobody’ in there gotta go.”

“You’re so jealous.” you said despite leaning over to grab it from its spot discarded on your couch.

“I'm not jealous, just not gonna share.” he said definitely.

You scrolled through every old flame, He noticed the dates on them some two and three months ago.

“This is the competition you were talking about.” he scoffed.

“I had to keep you on your toes.” you shrugged a grin fighting its way to your face.

“You knew it was me, you just like playing games” he said, calling your bluff. 

“Myabe, maybe not,” you shrug, feigning nonchalance.

He stared at you for a second longer than necessary, almost like he was still deciding if you were serious or just being you.

Then he grabbed your phone and tossed it to the side.

“You’re impossible” He murmured as he closed his arms around your waist pulling you flush to his chest.

“And you're still here.” You said finally, as your lips connected with his. All the tension from earlier softened, into something quieter.

It happens at an event.

It’s crowded—too many people packed into one space, music thumping just a little too hard, kids running around screaming at a pitch that cuts through everything else.

Tyriq’s off grabbing drinks when he hears your voice.

“…I just get really overstimulated when people are that loud,” you’re saying, your tone soft but strained. “It’s not their fault, it just—my brain kind of short-circuits.”

He pauses.

There’s a strange, immediate tightness in his chest.

“That loud?”

“Yeah,” you say, exhaling. “It’s just… a lot sometimes.”

He doesn’t hear the rest.

Doesn’t hear your friend laugh and say, “Girl, these kids are feral tonight,” or the way you agree, relieved that someone understands.

All he hears is you.

Overstimulated.

That loud.

Too much.

And suddenly, everything about himself feels… sharp. Overbearing. Wrong.

The change is subtle at first.

You don’t notice it immediately.

Tyriq still stands next to you, still reaches for your hand out of habit, still smiles when you look at him—but he’s quieter.

Quieter in a way that doesn’t quite feel like him.

His laugh gets shorter, softer, like he’s cutting it off before it can get too big. He stops talking over you. Stops interrupting himself mid-story. Stops leaning into the energy of the room.

He starts… watching himself.

You notice it in pieces.

The way he lowers his voice when he talks to you, like he’s afraid of being overheard. The way he hesitates before speaking, like he’s weighing whether it’s worth it. The way he doesn’t joke as loudly, doesn’t fill silences the way he used to.

At first, you think he’s just tired.

Then you think maybe something’s wrong.

Then it starts to hurt.

Because it feels like he’s… pulling away from you.

“Tyriq.”

He looks up immediately, like he always does when you say his name—but there’s something guarded in his expression now.

“Yeah?”

You tilt your head, studying him.

You’re sitting on the couch together, a comfortable kind of quiet filling the room—but it doesn’t feel comfortable anymore. Not like it used to.

“What’s going on with you?”

He blinks. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been… different.” You shift closer, your knee brushing his. “Quieter. Distant.”

“I’m not—” he starts, then stops.

Because he is.

You soften your voice. “Did I do something?”

That hits him harder than anything else could have.

His head snaps up. “No. No, you didn’t do anything.”

“Then what is it?” you press gently. “Because it feels like you’re… somewhere else lately.”

He exhales, dragging a hand over his face.

For a moment, it looks like he’s not going to say anything. Like he’s just going to brush it off, give you some half-answer and move on.

But then he looks at you.

Really looks at you.

And something in his chest cracks.

“I heard you,” he says quietly.

Your brows knit together. “Heard me?”

“At that event,” he continues, voice low. “You were talking about… getting overstimulated. About people being too loud.”

Your confusion deepens—until it clicks.

“Oh—”

“I didn’t realize I was doing that to you,” he rushes out, words tumbling now, like he can’t stop them. “I didn’t think about it before, but—I know I’m loud, I know I can be a lot sometimes, and I just—”

“Tyriq—”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he says, his voice tightening. “So I’ve been trying to… you know. Tone it down.”

Your heart aches.

Because suddenly everything makes sense.

The quiet. The distance. The carefulness.

All of it.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, shaking your head. “You think I was talking about you?”

He doesn’t answer.

But the look on his face says enough.

And it breaks you a little.

You shift closer to him, reaching for his hand.

“Baby,” you murmur softly, squeezing his fingers. “I wasn’t talking about you.”

His gaze flickers, uncertain. “You said—”

“I was talking about the kids,” you cut in gently. “The ones literally screaming like banshees right next to us?”

He pauses.

“…Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” you echo, a small, incredulous laugh escaping you. “Tyriq, I love that you’re loud.”

He frowns slightly, like he doesn’t quite believe you.

“You don’t—get overwhelmed?”

“Not by you,” you say immediately.

You shift again, turning fully toward him now, your hand sliding up to cup his cheek.

“Your loud isn’t… chaotic,” you explain softly. “It’s warm. It’s alive. It’s you.”

He swallows, his eyes searching yours.

“You don’t understand,” you continue, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin. “When I’m overwhelmed, when my brain’s doing too much or I feel off… you’re the thing I gravitate towards.”

His brows pull together. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” you whisper. “Because you don’t make me feel small. You don’t make me feel like I have to shrink or quiet down or… disappear into myself.”

Your voice softens even more.

“You fill the space in a way that feels safe.”

He goes very still.

“I like your laugh,” you add, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “I like how you get excited and talk too fast and trip over your own words. I like how you take up space without apologizing for it.”

Your fingers curl lightly into his shirt.

“I like you. Exactly the way you are.”

There’s a long, quiet moment.

And then—

“You’re serious?” he asks, almost cautiously.

You huff out a soft laugh. “Dead serious.”

His shoulders drop, tension he didn’t even realize he was carrying easing out of him.

“I thought I was… too much,” he admits.

You shake your head immediately. “Never.”

Another pause.

Then, slowly—like he’s testing the waters—he lets out a slightly louder laugh at something dumb on the TV.

It’s small.

But it’s him.

Your smile widens instantly.

“There he is,” you tease softly.

He glances at you, a hint of his usual grin creeping back. “Don’t start.”

“I’m serious,” you say, nudging him. “I missed that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He studies you for a second longer—like he’s making sure you mean it.

Then, finally, he relaxes fully.

The next time he laughs, it’s louder.

The next time he talks, he forgets to keep his voice down halfway through and doesn’t bother correcting himself.

And when he starts rambling about something random, hands moving, voice animated—

You lean into him.

Right where you belong.

i don’t have to think.

my mind’s still, certain. i’m at peace with the words that leave my lips and imperfections i may stumble upon simply because i don’t have to think. i’m so safe that i’m allowed to be present. present in mind, body, heart, and soul. the four parts that make me whole, the four parts i lend to my lover. i trust him, oh, how i trust him so. he takes those halves of my being and holds them tightly, sacredly. 

there’s no script, no choreography, nothing. i move to the verbose sounds of his drums while he mitigates to my soft and agile strings. we make music together. music so good that i can’t help to miss it when he’s away. our bodies create a rhythm most can’t hear with their ears, a rhythm so exceptional most won’t experience it in their lifetime. my heart, my soul, my mind, and my body. he touches them. he touches me. this flesh of mine jumping with ecstasy. my bones shaking with fervor. no one can disturb this groove. my baby thrills me, oh, how he thrills me so. 

his care doesn’t go unnoticed. hushed words of love, desperate touches when i’m needed, longing eyes that hold a universe of us in them. even in times when it shouldn’t matter, i’m showered in chivalry. my soul never wanders from the one who keeps it close. i'm safe here. i'm safe in his arms. i'm safe to scream, cry, to end whatever happens in our place of worship. there's no laws, no tug of war, only love. love without limits, tiny strings that contort and bend to the direction of the winds. my baby needs me, oh, how he needs me so. we speak in a language so unheard of, so hushed to the untrained heart. the simplest of words untwist me. we talk, a lot. conversations of reverence volley through our love line.

‘do you know how much i love you?’

‘yes i do’

‘do you know how much i need you?’

‘baby..’

‘do you know what you do to me?’

‘tyriq..’

“talk to me, baby.”, the sound of his voice reels me back to the present. my soul split in half - one side leaving my body amidst the grueling pleasure, the other reminding me to breathe and stay alert. ‘floating in the between’ is what i call it. the man whom i've given the keys to access the raunchier quips and secrets that’ll send anyone to an early grave keeps me in the ‘in between’. soaring high and leagues above while grounding me and centering my joy, my innocence. 

my baby teaches me how to exist within multiple extremes. grateful, indebted, thanking, whatever you might call it, i feel it. he reminds me of it. “so.. so good.”, my voice shakes as i attempt to catch my breath. a lone, warm tear slides down my hot cheeks. tyriq notices, conflicted on whether to comfort his distraught lover or keep going. does he let the mask fall or commit to the performance? to be clear, i'm not crying because i'm unhappy, these are good tears. there’s so much pleasure sizzling beneath the multiple layers skin, the pumping muscle in my chest overcrowded with allegiance and gratification. words get caught in my parched throat. i had enough wherewithal to shake my head, his knotted brows smoothing out. pressing my sweaty forehead to his, i communicate a sign of ‘i’m okay. please keep going.’

my remedy that makes long days and uncertain times worth it. when you hold me and kiss me, i'm okay. when you tell me i'm beautiful or laugh at my dumb jokes, i'm at ease. all my suffering, pain, torturous agony hushed. somehow it's rewarding, the love i share. the power in giving love and trusting someone to preserve it is the greatest weapon i hold. a dagger that could cut through the toughest of the materials, the saltiest of my tears, and the thickest of my woes. i yield it and my baby guards it. i don't have to think. i'm completely still. i'm satisfied, the parts that make me nourished by the sun in my solar system.

There was no hesitation this time, no slow build. He hooked your legs over his arms, spreading you wide, and drove into you with a groan that vibrated against your chest. The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that stole the air from your lungs. He didn't hold back, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both punishing and precise.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, your head falling back as you met his thrusts, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the quiet room. The bed frame creaked in time with your movements, a rhythmic protest that matched the escalating tension coiling in your belly. When you came, it was with a sharp cry that he swallowed with his mouth, his own release following moments later, hot and pulsing deep inside you.

The frantic energy seemed to drain out of the both of you at once. Cameron collapsed onto his elbows, careful not to crush you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. For a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing slowing down, syncing up. Then, he shifted, rolling both of your bodies onto their sides so you faced each other.

The confidence that usually defined him had softened, his eyes tracing the lines of your face with that expression that made your chest tight. "Bet Jayson couldn't have made you cum that many times," his voice raspy and low from your previous actions. Once again, you rolled your eyes at him, lightly shoving at his slightly damp chest.

"Who?" You teased, trailing a hand across the expanse of his arm. This time, he was the one to roll his eyes, pulling you closer to him and placing a soft kiss against your temple.

He reached out, tucking a stray damp curl behind your ear, his thumb brushing over the shell of your ear. "Now who's being insufferable?" He started, a soft murmur of words as you basked in each other's presence. "You're incredible," his voice a low rumble that you felt more than heard.

He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. It wasn't a demand, but a question, gentle and searching. You felt your defences waver. You kissed him back, your hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. He pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin, and for a while, the two of you just lay there, tangled in the sheets, the scent of sex and rain coming from the open window heavy in the air.

But the quiet couldn't last.

The next few days were a blur of stolen glances and lingering touches in the hallways. The push and pull remained — you rolled your eyes at his cocky grin, Cameron making snide comments about your study habits — but the resistance was crumbling. Every brush of his arm against yours sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. You quickly realised that you two could not keep your hands off each other, the need for contact overriding your pride.

It happened three days later under the bleachers during a practice session. The air was thick with the smell of cut grass and damp earth, the shadows long and concealing. Cameron found you there, ostensibly hiding from the noise, but really waiting for him. He didn't say a word, just crowded you against the cool metal support beams, his hands sliding up your skirt to find your bare, wet pussy.

"Missed me, baby?" he whispered, his fingers sinking knuckle-deep in your warm heat.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your hands fumbling with his belt buckle. "Shut up and fuck me."

He freed his cock, hard and heavy, and lifted you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he slid into you in one smooth stroke.

"Fuck! Cam— please." You moan, hands clutching at his jersey, your blue stiletto nails digging in through the material. It was fast and dirty; the metal of the bleachers felt cold against your back while he pounded into you, his breath hot in your ear.

Above the two of you, the stomping of cleats and the coach's whistle provided a rhythmic soundtrack to your debauchery. You came quickly, clenching around him, and he followed, pulling out just in time to spill onto your inner thigh, marking your dark skin with his cum.

The car was two days later. You were supposed to be driving to a study group, but Cameron pulled into a secluded overlook towering over the city lights. "Cam, this is not where we're supposed to be," you chided, no real protests being heard as you sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the view.

"Come 'ere." His hands reach out to grab your face and pull you into a kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth as you leaned over the dashboard, melting into the mess of the kiss.

He reclined the passenger seat, and you straddled him, the tight confines of the car forcing your bodies close. "You gon ride this dick, ma?" His hand reached down to grip your ass before he laid a firm slap against the plump skin.

The windows fogged up as you rode him, your hands braced on the roof of the car. The angle was deep, hitting a spot that made you see stars. Cameron gripped your ass, guiding your movements, his eyes locked on yours.

Above him, you rocked your hips faster, chasing your high, head lolling as your whines and moans echoed against the metal of the car. "Look at you," he gritted out, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. "Riding my dick like you own it."

"I- I'm close," you whimper, lowering a hand to rest beside his head as you continue your movements.

The stimulation was too much. You shattered, your walls fluttering around him as he emptied himself inside you with a guttural groan, throwing his head back against the headrest. You stayed there for a moment, foreheads pressed together, the air in the car heavy and humid.

The risk only seemed to fuel the both of you.

An empty chemistry lab became your playground the following week.

Cameron joined you in the lab, watching as you moved with ease around the benches, grabbing a beaker and a clear liquid he didn't know the name of, and watched as you poured it into the beaker set up on the tripod above an unlit Bunsen burner. His cock stirred in his grey sweatpants as he listened to you explain your method.

Next thing you knew, the smell of sulfur and sterile surfaces contrasted sharply with raw, primal need taking over an empty lab bench. Cameron bent you over the cold resin of the table, pulling down your jeans. He dropped to his knees behind you, spreading your cheeks to lap at your pussy and ass, his tongue delving deep.

"Cameron, someone could walk in," you hissed, though you pushed back against his face.

"Let them," he growled, standing up and lining his dick up with your entrance. He thrust in hard, the stools under the bench scraping loudly against the floor as your legs bucked into them from the strength of his thrusts. He reached around to cover your mouth with his hand, muffling your cries as he took you with relentless abandon. The fear of discovery mixed with the pleasure, sending you hurtling toward the edge. When you came, your knees buckled, and he had to hold you up, his own release pulsing hot inside you.

The final straw broke in your own down room. You were on the phone. to your mother back in London, trying to maintain a normal conversation about the weather and your classes, while Cameron sat on the edge of your bed, a wicked glint in his eyes. He slid off the bed and crawled under your desk, hidden from view by the table.

You tilted your head down slightly at the feeling of a warm hand wrapping around your ankle and tugging.

Keep quiet, he mouthed, moving closer as he watched your attempt at maintaining a conversation with your mum.

"So, yeah, mum, the classes are... quite intense," you finish, your voice hitching as Cameron's hands parted your knees.

You glared down at him, but he just smirked, leaning in to run his tongue along the seam of your leggings. Turning your phone to move away from your mouth as you took in a sharp inhale. You bit your knuckle, trying to focus on your mother's voice droning on about the rain in London as Cameron pulled your leggings down your thick thighs and threw them on the floor of your room, his fingers pulling the fabric of your panties aside, exposing you to the cool air, and then his mouth was on you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with ruthless precision.

"Are you alright, sweetie? You sound out of breath," your mother asked.

"I'm... No, I'm fine," you gasped, your hand reaching down and cradling the back of Cameron's head, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. "Just... running up the stairs."

Cameron hummed against your clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your nervous system. He slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, while his tongue continued its assault. It was agonisingly difficult to keep your voice steady, to answer your mum's questions about your diet and your sleep schedule while your body was being expertly unravelled. The pressure built to an unbearable peak, and when you finally came, you had to bite your lip hard to keep from screaming into the receiver. You slumped against the pillow on your desk chair, your legs trembling as Cameron emerged from under the desk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Give my love to Dad," you managed to say into the phone before hanging up, tossing the device onto the pile of books adorning your desk and pulling Cameron up for a kiss that tasted of your own arousal and rebellion.

"You are absolute trouble," you breathed, your chest still heaving as you stared down at Cameron, who was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The taste of your own release still lingered on his lips, a testament to the chaos he had just wrought while you tried to explain your course schedule to your mother.

Cameron grinned, that cocky, lopsided expression that usually made you want to slap him, but now only made your knees weak. He stood up, leaning over your body to crowd you. His jersey, worn from practise, brushes against your bare arms. "She bought it, didn't she? 'Running up the stairs.' Classic."

"I almost had a heart attack," you scolded, though your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. "If she heard you... or heard me..."

"But she didn't," he murmured, dipping his head to nip at the sensitive spot behind your ear. "And now you're off the hook. Unless you need another distraction?"

You rolled your eyes, but the heat pooling in your stomach betrayed you. "Shut up and kiss me."

He didn't need to be told twice. The kiss was hungry, a collision of teeth and tongues that tasted of rebellion and lingering adrenaline. Cameron lifted you effortlessly, seating you on the edge of the desk. He stepped between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips with a possessiveness that made your head spin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him flush against you.

"You're insatiable," you gasped against his mouth as he ground his hardness against your lace-covered mound.

"Only for you," he countered, his voice dropping an octave as your fingers worked to unbutton his jeans with practised ease, your knuckles brushing against his hardened length. You were already wet, aching for him after the oral torture he'd subjected you to.

Once he freed himself from the confines of his boxers, he stroked his thick cock once before lining up with your entrance. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside you, causing you to cry out, your head falling back as he stretched you out. He set a punishing rhythm as you let out a string of moans and curses, filling you completely. His hips driving into you with the same urgency he had shown under the desk.

The desk squeaked beneath your rocking bodies, a rhythmic protest that matched the slap of skin against skin. "Look at me," he commanded, gripping your chin and forcing your eyes to meet his. His green eyes are dark, dilated with lust. "Who's fucking you?"

"Y- fuck, Cam. You," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders through the jersey. "You are, Cameron."

"Damn right," he growled, capturing your lips again as he pistoned into you. The coil of tension in your stomach tightened rapidly, snapping before you could brace for it. You came with a shudder and broken wail, your pussy clenching around him like a vice. He followed you over the edge a moment later, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he pulsed deep inside you, filling you with his cum.

For a moment, you both just stayed there, tangled together in the aftermath, the silence of the dorm room heavy around you. But reality, as always, was waiting.

Two weeks later, the dynamic shifted back to its usual push-and-pull that had started defining you two in public.

The campus was buzzing with excitement for the football team's upcoming home game, voices blurring together as you walked to your locker. As usual, Cameron's tall frame could be seen above the heads of the students walking past. "Hey, you coming to the game right?" He asks as he readjusts his gym bag full of gear.

"What? Number 7 can't play without little ol' me being there?" You teased as you pulled open the metal door, a slight grating sound following along with it. You took out the books weighing down your rucksack and placed them in the upper section of the locker, his body shifting nearby to stand closer to you.

"Ahh, you know I need my good luck charm."

A puff of air leaves you as you laugh at his words. "Well damn, now I guess I have to be there."

A wide grin graces his face. "I'll keep an eye out. I'll see you later, love." He quickly presses a kiss against your cheek before he jogs off down the hallway.

As the hours tick down to the game, you prepare to go watch the game in your dorm room. A sultry playlist echoed from your speaker around your room as you took out your hair products to attempt a new hairstyle you saw on Pinterest.

Once you had finished your hair and makeup, the time showed that you had around 45 minutes before the game started. Your phone dinged with a notification from Cameron.

Menace 😈: Come early? Need a good luck kiss from my good luck charm for it to work.

Love 🇬🇧: This what you say to your other girls?

Menace 😈: Only girl I got is you, ma, pull up. I'm in the changing rooms.

You laughed and shook your head, but stood up, checking your outfit once more and spraying your perfume before pulling on your shoes and the grey hoodie Cameron had left behind and left to meet him.

Once you reached the changing rooms, you shot him a text saying you're outside. The campus was practically empty as everyone was either already getting seats on the field's bleachers or back at their dorms getting ready for the quickly approaching game.

As you scrolled through Instagram on your phone, a voice rang out from beside you. "You came."

"Well, I couldn't be the reason our star quarterback had a bad game, now could I?" You ribbed, looking up from your phone at the sight of the man in front of you leaning against the wall beside you, as his body jolted from a low laugh.

"Exactly. I got a reputation to uphold, love." He moved closer, hand coming up to cradle your cheek as he leaned in to place a slow kiss to your glossed lips, pulling you further in as he deepened the kiss.

The two of you were lost in your own world, only broken apart at the sound of Cameron's teammates chanting and psyching themselves up. Once he pulled away, the lights in the corridor illuminated the sparkly lip gloss that transferred to his lips. "My God, you are messy." You laughed, lifting a hand to swipe your thumb across his plump lips to remove any residue.

"I could get messier." He returned, a flash of mischief running through his eyes as you rolled your eyes at his innuendo.

"Down, boy. You have a game to win. They're waiting for you." You pushed at his chest, moving him back.

"I'll see you after?"

"Yeah."

You walked towards the large football field, sitting beside one of your classmates and her girlfriend. The three of you chatted excitedly about the party a nearby frat would be hosting if the university won the game.

The game started, and there was a roar of cheering from your peers as all eyes were on the players who were running onto the field. Your eyes felt magnetised to Cameron's frame as he got everyone into position, shouting commands and hyping the team up further.

As the game progressed, you leaned forward in suspense as the bleachers erupted in noise, the sound pressing against your chest like a second heartbeat. The clock was bleeding out, just seconds left, and everything hung on this final play.

Cameron stood in the pocket, calm in a way that didn't make sense when everything around him seemed to be buzzing with chaotic energy. You'd seen that look before, quiet and focused, like the rest of the world fades out at his command. "Come on, Cam," you whisper, not even realising you've spoken out loud, as you grip the edge of your seat.

The snap. The rush. The defenders closing in.

Then Cameron moved.

He broke right, barely slipping past a tackle, and for a second it looked like he was going to throw, but he didn't. He ran. Straight for the end zone. The crowd rose all at once, a wave of noise so loud that it almost drowned out your thoughts.

He dove.

Touchdown.

Everything explodes. Lights, cheers, people jumping, screaming. You shoot up on your feet too, heart racing, watching him get swallowed by his teammates as they clap his back and hoot in happiness. For a moment, it felt like you were part of it, like you belonged in the glow of that win.

But the feeling doesn't last long.

As you slip away from the stands, heading down towards the hallway near the locker rooms to wait for Cameron, where it's quieter. Cooler. Easier to breathe and release that adrenaline you amassed from the game.

That's when you hear them.

A couple of cheerleaders, just around the corner. You're not trying to listen, but your name — well, not your name, but their description was enough to know they meant you — caught your attention. Your movements halting and breath catching as you unintentionally eavesdropped.

"...I'm just saying, Cameron could have anyone on campus, and that's what he goes for?" A voice rang out before it was followed by a small, disbelieving laugh. Not exactly cruel, but certainly not kind either.

"Right? Like... I don't get it. Sure, she's pretty, I guess, but... she's big. Cameron Cade? Come on."

Your stomach drops at their words.

There was a pause for a second; all that could be heard was the light rustle of pom poms, then another voice, softer but sharper. "He's literally the star quarterback. He could have any cheerleader he wants."

"Exactly. Like, imagine him with someone that actually fits the image, you know? Not..." She trails off, but it seemed she didn't have to finish as her friend pipes up.

"Not her."

They both laugh, softer this time, like they're being polite about it. Like it makes it better.

You feel like throwing up at their words. Call it curiosity, or that you were just a glutton for pain, but you couldn't seem to turn away from the spot your body seemed glued to.

"I mean, it's probably not even that serious anyway," one added. "Guys like him don't settle like that. It's likely temporary."

"Right. It's just... a phase or whatever."

Temporary.

There it was again. That inexplicable feeling rising again.

After that, you didn't stick around any longer to hear more. You stepped back quietly, your prior excitement unraveling piece by piece, replaced with something heavier. Colder.

By the time you got outside and the night air finally hit your skin, you realised just how tight your chest felt. How small you suddenly wanted to make yourself.

Back at your dorm, everything felt still.

No roaring crowd. No bright lights. Just the quiet hum of your room and the echo of those words you couldn’t seem to shake.

You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone. Your mind kept replaying everything. The way they said it so easily. Like it was obvious. Like everyone must have been thinking it.

You thought about him.

About the way his hand lingered on your waist. The way he looked at you when you were talking, like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. The way he didn’t rush out after, even when you expected him to.

But then again… he had never called it anything.

Your phone buzzed.

You flinched a little before picking it up to find that Cameron had texted you the address of the frat house party celebrating the home game win.

You contemplated your options: sit and wallow in peace or get dressed up and show the fuck out!

So here you were, standing outside the house with one of the girls from the lab, the bass thumping through the pavement, vibrating in the soles of your boots. Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your crop top, suddenly feeling exposed.

Before you could overthink, you were pulled up the stairs, the clack of your heels following each step. Stepping inside, the air was thick with the smell of cheap beer, expensive cologne, and weed. The sea of bodies looked almost like a blur as your eyes darted around the room subconsciously to find him.

As always, he stood in the living room, surrounded by his usual swarm of admirers as he held a cup in his left hand, his football jersey replaced with a plain white tee stretched tight over his shoulders, a graphic zip-up and his denim jacket. His gold chain glinted in the light as his head tipped back in a boisterous laugh at something that was said.

You watched for a moment longer with that gnawing feeling in your stomach because, in that moment, he wasn't just the guy who spent months pursuing you, who fucked you senseless in empty classrooms and cars. He was Cameron Cade. The star QB. The king of the campus. And well, you were just... you.

The distance between you two felt insurmountable. You turned away, heading towards the kitchen in search of something to dull the stint. You squeezed past a couple making out against the doorframe and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the counter, needing to cool down.

"You made it."

The voice was low, right against your ear, and you jumped. Before you turn around, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a solid, muscular chest. Cameron's chin rested on your shoulder, his weight grounding you even as it unsettled you. He nuzzled your neck, his hands splaying possessively over your exposed stomach, thumbs brushing right under the hem of your crop top.

"Yeah, well, you invited me," you utter, trying to keep your voice light, but your body stiffens in his arms.

He held on for another breath, then let you go, letting you move to pour yourself a drink. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, a weight you couldn't shake.

For the next hour, you drifted through the party like a ghost. You found your lab partner and laughed at something she said near the keg, but the moment you spotted Cameron moving toward you, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Later, you ended up on the back porch, pretending to be fascinated by your phone, and when he stepped outside, you slipped back inside before he could reach you.

The third time you were in the hallway, leaning against the wall, letting the noise wash over you.

A group of girls walked past, whispering and giggling, and you caught the tail end of their words: "...wonder what he sees in her..."

You felt your stomach drop.

And then a hand clamped around your wrist.

You looked up to find Cameron, his jaw tight, his eyes burning. Without a word, he tugged you down the hall, past the coat closet, past the back stairwell, until he shoved open the door to a small study room tucked away near the basement. The room was quiet, lit only by a desk lamp. A cluttered bookshelf lined one wall, and a worn leather couch sat against the other.

He closed the door behind you and locked it.

"Cameron–"

"What the fuck is going on with you?" His voice was low, controlled, but the edge was razor-sharp. He stood with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving. "You've been dodging me all night. Three times. Three times I tried to get to you, and you vanished."

You crossed your arms, looking away. "I just needed space."

"Space." He let out a humourless laugh. "You've been pulling away since the game. I'm not stupid. I know what people are saying. But I need to hear it from you."

Your throat tightened. "I'm not saying they're right, Cameron. But..." you paused, running a hand over your bare arms. "Look at you. I'm not exactly–"

"Not what?" He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "Not the right fit for a quarterback?" He stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath, the warmth of his skin. "I don't give a shit about any of that."

"Cameron–"

"Let me finish." His hand came up, cupping your jaw, his hand came up, cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "I've been chasing you since September. You think I didn't notice you the first time you walked into that lecture hall? I saw you. I saw those curves, that smile, the way you talk with your hands when you're excited. And I wanted you. I still want you."

You blinked back the burn in your eyes. "It's not that simple."

"It is." His forehead pressed against yours, his voice barely a whisper. "It's that simple. You're beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Every inch of you drives me crazy. And I'm not letting some insecure bullshit take that away."

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "I love your body. I love the way your hips feel under my hands. I love the way your thighs press together when I touch you. I love the softness of your belly, the fullness of your tits. I love everything about you. Do you hear me?"

Your breath hitched. "I hear you."

"Good." He kissed you, soft and slow. With a tenderness that made your knees buckle. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, asking for entry, and you gave it to him. His hands slid down your sides, gripping the generous curve of your hips. pulling you flush against him.

When he broke the kiss, he was breathing hard. "I want to show you. Let me show you how much I want you."

You nodded, your voice lost.

He guided you to the leather couch, but instead of lying you down, he turned you around. His hands ran down your arms, your waist, before he pressed down gently against your lower back, guiding you forward. You braced your hands against the armrest, bending over, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

But his hand stayed. Warm and reassuring as he stroked the curve of your ass. He pushed up your crop top, baring your back, and pressed a kiss to your spine. Then another. Then another, trailing lower until he reached the waistband of your jeans.

"Don't move," he whispered, placing a final kiss before his hands moved to the front of your body.

He unbuttoned your jeans, tugging them down, along with your panties. The cool air hit your skin, but his hands were there a second later, gripping your ass, squeezing, spreading.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Look at you."

He knelt behind you, his lips pressing kisses to each cheek, his hands massaging the plush flesh. His tongue traced back up your spine, making you gasp, and he chuckled against your skin.

He stood, and you heard the clinking of his belt as he unbuckled it, then the rasp of his zipper as it went down. His hands found your hips, steadying you, and then the head of his cock pressed against your slick folds. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, a deep, stretching fullness that made your mouth fall open.

"Oh, god," you moaned.

"Yeah," he groaned, his voice strained. "Feel that? Feel how good you take me?"

He bottomed out, his pelvis flush against your ass, and he stayed there, letting you adjust. His hands slid up your sides, under your top, cupping your tits, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.

"I love this body," he whispered against your shoulder. "I love how soft you are, how warm, how perfectly you fit around me. I could stay inside you forever."

He started moving—slow, deep thrusts that rocked your whole body. His rhythm was languid, almost lazy, his mouth pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder.

"Look," he said softly, nodding toward a dusty mirror propped against the bookshelf. You hadn't noticed it before, but now you saw your reflection: bent over the couch, your face flushed, your tits swinging with each thrust, his body covering yours, his face buried in your neck.

"See how beautiful you are?" His voice was a murmur, honey and heat. "See how well we fit?"

You watched, transfixed, as he fucked you slow and deep, his hips rolling against your ass, his cock glistening as it slid in and out of your pussy. Your reflection showed a woman lost in pleasure, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded.

But then his pace changed.

He pulled, his grip on your hips tightening. "Get on your knees."

You sank to your knees, and he guided you onto all fours, positioning you so the mirror was directly in front of you. He knelt behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his cock nudged at your entrance.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, baby," he said, his voice rougher now, losing its tender edge. "Watch how well you take me."

He slammed into you, hard and deep, and a cry tore from your throat. His right arm moved from around your waist to wrap around your throat from behind, placing you in a headlock, pulling your back flush against his chest, forcing your gaze to the mirror as he watched your eyes roll as his hips pushed into you.

"Don't look away," he growled. "I want you to see this. See what you do to me. See how perfect you are when you're being fucked the way you deserve."

His head drops to the crook of your neck as he bites down, pulling a broken cry from you. His hips snapped against yours, faster now, harder, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. The room filled with the sounds of skin to skin, og your moans, of his grunts, drowning out the bass of the music just behind the door. In the mirror, your body bounced with each impact, your face a mask of raw ecstasy.

"Look at that pussy gripping my cock," he hissed. "Look at how deep I am. You were made for this. Made for me."

Your arms gave out, and you dropped to your elbows, your ass still raised, taking every sharp thrust of his hips. He leaned over you, his chest pressed to your back, his mouth at your ear.

"I'm going to fill you up. Gonna mark your body. Make sure everyone knows you're mine."

Your orgasm built like a wave, cresting, ready to break, and you sobbed a broken version of his name.

"Fu- oh! I'm cumming!" You cried out, your eyes rolling back as your head lolled.

"Come for me, ma," he ordered, his pace frantic. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you."

Your orgasm came crashing down on you, your body convulsing, your pussy clenching and fluttering around him. He followed a moment later, a guttural groan ripped from his chest as he spilt hot, thick cum deep inside you, pumping through his release, grinding against your ass as he grunts with each thrust.

He stayed buried in you for a long moment, panting against your neck as he dropped his arm around your neck. Then he pulled out slowly, watching as his cum leaked out from your swollen folds, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"Never doubt this again," he affirms, his voice soft once more. "You're mine. And I'm not letting you go."

The study felt smaller now, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat.

Cameron pulled his jeans back up, zipped and buckled them, then reached for your hand. His fingers laced through yours, warm and possessive. He didn't say anything at first, just looked at you with that half-lidded, satisfied gaze that made your stomach flip.

"Ready to go back out there?" he asked, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

You hesitated, thinking about the whispers, the stares. But his grip tightened, grounding you.

"Or we could stay here a little longer," he added, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. "I'm not opposed to round two."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Let's go."

He helped you fix your top, smoothing it down, then adjusted your jeans. His fingers brushed the welts on your neck — the marks he'd left — and he smirked.

"Good," he said, low and satisfied.

He unlocked the door and pulled you out into the hallway, his arm sliding around your waist, anchoring you to his side. The bass thumped louder as you climbed the stairs back to the main floor.

The party was still in full swing, but the moment you emerged, a few heads turned. Specifically, a cluster of cheerleaders near the kitchen island. You recognised them from the whispers earlier — the ones who'd wondered what he saw in you.

They went silent when they spotted you.

One of them, a blonde with a sharp ponytail, glanced at your neck, and her eyes went wide. Her friend nudged her, and soon all of them were staring, their mouths slightly open.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but Cameron's arm tightened, pulling you closer. He pressed a kiss to your temple, loud and deliberate, before steering you past them.

"Hey, babe," he said, loud enough for them to hear, "you want a drink? Beer? Something stronger?"

"Whatever you're having," you managed, your voice steadier than you expected.

He led you to the keg, filled two cups, and handed one to you. The cheerleaders were still watching, their whispers now a murmur you couldn't quite catch. But Cameron didn't even glance their way. He just leaned against the counter, pulled you between his legs, and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"See?" he murmured against your ear, his breath warm. "Nothing to worry about. They're just jealous."

You took a sip, feeling the beer cool your throat. "You think so?"

"I know so." His hand slid down to the curve of your hip, squeezing gently. "Besides, they don't have my marks on them."

You snorted, nearly choking on your drink. "You're insufferable."

"And you love it." He grinned, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

For the rest of the night, he kept his arm around you. When you moved to the living room to talk to your lab partner, he stayed close, his hand resting on the small of your back. When someone challenged him to beer pong, he pulled you onto his lap while he played, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your thigh. When you danced — loosely, laughably — he spun you into his chest and dipped you, stealing a kiss before you could protest.

Every time he caught a cheerleader staring, he made a point of touching you. A kiss. A squeeze. A whisper.

And you found yourself relaxing into it, into him, into the warmth of his attention.

At one point, the blonde from earlier walked past, her eyes flicking to the dark marks on your neck. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Cameron spoke.

"Hey, Stacey," he said, his tone light, almost friendly. "You see something you like?"

Stacey's face flushed. "Uh, no, I just—"

"Good." He didn't let her finish. "Because I do. And she's mine."

He turned back to you, dismissing her completely, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You felt a grin spread across your face, helpless and genuine.

By the time the party wound down, you were leaning against him, tired and happy, his arm draped over your shoulders like a permanent fixture.

"Same time next week?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"Maybe," you replied, tilting your head to look at him. "If you're lucky."

He laughed, low and warm, and kissed you again — slow, sweet, in full view of anyone still watching.

"I'm the luckiest guy on this campus," he said against your lips. "And I don't need anyone else to see it. I already know it."

You walked out together, his hand in yours, the night air cool on your skin. Behind you, the party hummed on, but you didn't look back.

“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.”

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

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

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

“Baby I mean’t to call but-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feels so fucking—shit—good!”

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

“I’m gonna cum, Cam.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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