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permanent ecstasy — tyriq withers.

pairing ⁀➷ cameron cade x plus-size black! reader.

synopsis ⁀➷ cameron is surprised to find that there is a naughtier side to his seemingly innocent girlfriend.

song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘freakie’ by jae stephens, ‘no angel’ by beyonce & ‘surprise’ by chloe

word count + warnings ⁀➷5.3k || nsfw content, 18+ content, no minors allowed!! alcohol usage, stripper! reader, mentions of marriage, mentions of anxiety and exhaustion, innocent reader trying something new(😝) body admiration, praise, lap dance, pole dance, twerking, kissing, caressing, teasing, foul language, cigar smoking, oral (m & f receiving), sexual content.

a/n — anon you’re so real for the song suggestion! love me some jae stephens. also, i am truly sorry for the wait in this request, but i hope you enjoy it!!

p.s—i try not to write too much about specific skin tones—any photo i use in my moodboards are almost always used to give an idea of the readers body type and outfit. unless stated otherwise in the fic, then it’s usually for visual purposes.

‘tonight you get my freaky side.’

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the scent wafting through the darkened room fluttered with cameron’s every sense.

he tries to adjust, already aware that there wasn’t much he could do to change the atmosphere, cameron scooted further into the velvet seat and took a big gulp from his short rimmed glass, a whisky sour tingling his chest the way he needed it to.

it relieved some of his trepidation.

just a smidge.

there was still a burning to his nose due to the strong cologne worn by the burley man across from him. sitting with both legs spread out far enough that his wife has to cross her own legs just to attain some room. it makes cameron snort, thoughts wondering on how one smell could linger throughout a lounge as large as this one.

“you okay, baby?”

the gentle waver of your voice brings cameron back down, your sweetness always the very thing to calm him after he’s been anxious. your small finger reaches to toy with the ends of his large ones, tickling him softly as you rest your head on his shoulder.

as apprehensive as cameron may have been, taking time away to be with you helped him tremendously.

cameron cade came home everyday for the past two weeks exhausted and depleted from football conditioning. he’d spent the majority of his time with his football mentor isaiah as he coached and trained the young man to near perfection. you watched each time he burst through your door and face planted onto the queen-sized mattress, groaning roughly into white pillows as he complained about practice.

with true concern, you tried to reduce the tension in his body, but cameron hissed and snatched away in pain each time, apologizing as you only wanted to help him. you’d sigh and warn him that working this hard wasn’t good for his body and in the long run he’d do more damage than good.

cameron listened, but ultimately continued with practice each day. i need this, baby, he’d tell you with a muffled voice as he drifted to sleep.

this weekend would finally be his break away, able to really spend time with you the way he wanted to. you planned a special evening for the both of you, a night out on the town with refreshing drinks in hand. the two of you sat adjourned to each other while a selection of sensual jazz music floated soothingly around your heads.

love birds, you two were.

both sets of eyes peering back into the other without a break in between, hearts in sync as they pound through your chests in timed rhythm.

cameron loved you. loved you more than anything he’d ever encountered before in his life. you hadn’t known it but training for these past couple weeks were gruesome to him mentally as well as physically. he preferred not to stress you with the details though, all he needed right now was some alone time with his lady.

“i’m aight, bae. i’m all good.”

a hum titters in your throat, reaching your head up so you can peck cameron’s lips. it’s quick, smooth. something brief so he can know that you’re here for him, but nothing too lingering or lewd, as you two weren’t alone in this deluxe lounge.

“i’m glad we can be with each other, cam. i missed our dates nights together.”

“yeah,” he sighs, throwing back the last of his drink, shaking around the halfway melted ice in the glass as he sets it on a nearby end table. “i’m sorry for being away so much, baby, i don’t mean to leave you hanging and shit. i know everything ain’t been perfect since we both been working all the damn time, but i do want you to know that i see the hard work and appreciation you’ve put into this relationship and i want you to know that it ain’t for nothing, y/n.”

it makes your heart clench. “baby, i knowww. i know you’ve been working hard to set up a future for us, i know you truly want to make everything perfect, i promise i don’t forget those things. that a big part of the reason i wanted to take this night out with you, you deserve a break away cameron. you work so hard for us and i just want to know that i see everything you do, nothing goes unnoticed, cam.”

the final part of your delicate message makes cameron lean down to kiss you once again, fingertips now squeezing at your full sides when you giggle quietly into his mouth.

“you gon’ make a nigga tear up in here, baby.”

you laugh some more, pressing a smooch to his cheek after he’s finished kissing you. you meant every word, seeing first hand how much football meant to cameron and how hard he struggled just to get here. he had big plans for the future and you were a major factor in the end result.

“are you going to a grab a refill on your drink, cam?”

cameron almost forgets about the glass of alcohol he’d just finished, too touched by the words you’d given him a second ago. “oh, yeah, yeah. lemme head to the bar to grab another one. you getting something, babe?”

you shake your head no, collecting your gold clutch that matched in color to the bottom of your heels. “i’m gonna head to the ladies room and freshen, i’ll be right back.”

cameron watches to make sure all is well as you make your escape to the bathroom. once things seem fine, cameron stands to place an order at the bar, grabbing another whisky sour and an ice-cold glass of water for you, before thanking the bartender and taking his seat once again.

“you and your woman are such a beautiful couple,” the deep tenor of the large older guy sitting across from cameron, captures his drifted attention.

“ah,” cameron smiles. “thank you, you and your lady look amazing as well.”

cameron compliments and genuinely means his statement. despite the snicker he held earlier, cameron could clearly sense the love floating through the married couple. he could only hope you and he would hold the same regard for each other years into your relationship.

“are you married, son?” his wife chimes in, voice a bit raspy as she sounds like she smokes cigarettes occasionally, more or less.

“um, not yet, no.”

“well, what are you waiting on, boy? you got a good woman by your side and they don’t come a dime a dozen, you better put a ring on it.”

cameron’s chuckling, rubbing a finger over his top lip before, speaking. “i’m working towards it. we both plan to get our careers going first, then we’ll lead towards marriage and such.”

it seems to be the perfect answer for the older couple as they both relax into their seats. “well, it’s good to know you’re planning on it.”

a ding to cameron’s phone interrupts the conversation he was currently having, forcing him to fish into his pocket for his cell phone, only to see it had been a notification from you.

boo bear 🧸 ❣️ — come here.

cameron — wya? you okay?

boo bear 🧸❣️ come here, cam.

the message makes cameron squint, standing from his seat without forgetting to grab your drinks, he bids farewell to the couple before taking steps through the dimly lit lounge spot. cameron makes sure to be careful as he walks despite the single drink he’s had, cameron could already feel the alcohol working through his system.

he passes the men’s bathroom and heads towards the women’s, standing outside the door for a second before tapping against the metal door once. there’s no response—nothing from you or any other patron attending tonight’s event. the bathrooms empty.

cameron — are you still in the bathroom, y/n?

boo bear 🧸❣️— not anymore, baby.

“this girl…” you make cameron mutter out loud, confused as to where you could have gone that quickly.

cameron — wya, baby? i ready to head back to the crib and get it going😝

he’s playing but gravely serious as well, meaning every word that he types, as this alcohol lowers his nerves and heightens his hormones.

boo bear 🧸❤️ — walk closer, cam.

“closer to where, baby?”

cameron’s confused as he follows your orders, stepping away from the bathroom to inch his way closer to a set of private rooms. every door is locked shut— possibly in use or in need of a key to be opened. cameron doesn’t let sealed doors keep him from finding you, though. able to walk his way deeper through the elongated hallway until he sees one door that isn’t locked but instead cracked ajar.

“what the hell?”

the slick tile flooring that cameron currently stood on, switched before his very eyes, an array of bold red and creme striped carpet leading him down a flight of warped stairs. cameron’s nerves were already lit a flame and whatever little game you intended to play tonight only added to the damage. but, cameron doesn’t text and complain to you, as he knows whatever idea you have for him would be for his own good.

so he walks down the shaded stairs, hand holding onto a nearby rail as he takes careful steps to the newfound destination. further inching into the secluded area, cameron stumbled upon an entirely new scene of the lounge. another set of unopened doors along a hallway, printed silhouettes of nude women are plastered long the walls, illuminated only by the red lighting shining through the room.

“where the fuck am i?”

cameron can’t figure this shit out.

boo bear 🧸❣️ — door 3.

you read his mind like no one else can.

cautiously, cameron takes steps toward the door number you’d just given him, knuckle rapping against the dark wood, before it creaks open all on its own.

cameron’s eyes wander over the mysterious room. tufted furniture pointed towards a set stage, led lights surrounding the elevated glass box, while a 6-foot metal pole stood cemented directly in the middle. there are bottles of wine and trays of fat cigars laid across the marble table, available to any lucky man who’d been welcome in here tonight.

huh…

“hey, daddy…”

cameron’s inhale is pointed, breath caught in his chest as he frantically whips around at the sound of your voice. and you’re here—you’re here and you are not dressed how you were before. it’s not a subtle change in any way, cameron can’t believe his eyes when he glances over you. the cute blouse and blue denim pants you wore when you both arrived to the lounge has been switched to a more…seductive style of clothing.

a faux fur coat hangs off the ends of your shoulder, draping across the floor as you stride forward. leather one piece bodysuit snatches you in all the right places, pushing your breasts higher upon your chest with the help of extra padding. the sound of your matte black calf leather gladiator shoes helps you keep firm structure as you approach your astonished boyfriend.

cameron has so much he wants to say, so many thoughts flickering thorough his head right now and all he can conjure up is—

“babe…”

he’s breathless at the sight of you, already madly in love with how beautiful you looked tonight, cameron is sent over the edge by the change of scenery and sexy clothing you wore.

your strut is otherworldly, rendering cameron speechless as he watches you walk across the room.

cameron felt like he’d been dreaming.

you needed to pinch him and let him know this was reality.

“baby…” he exhales, eyes scoping over your entire frame while you remain calm, a seductive smirk pulled onto your fully glossed lips, dark mauve colored eyeshadow over your lids and a lined lip to match in color. “what the fuck, baby? what the hell?”

“i want tonight to be special, cam. something for just us two.”

the night had already been so special, cameron’s not sure how you planned to top it off.

the ends of your nails scrap against the neat lining along the nape of cameron’s neck, holding him close so he knows this is real and not a fantasy. you could practically taste the sweat seeping through his pores, nervousness and excitement surging through him without a break in between.

“baby, how did you—how did you do all of this?”

you shush him, thumb rubbing along the bottom of his lip as you gaze deeply into his light eyes. “let me show you, cam. come have a seat, baby.”

you hold his hands in yours, walking backwards together until you can feel the leather sofa behind, pushing cameron into the seat before another word has a chance to leave his mouth. stunned like never before, cameron watches in silence as you take control of the room, slipping off the coat you wore before taking fluid steps onto the dance stage. you press a button on a small remote, filling the silent room with speakers that blare music, the sizzling beat of jae stephen’s ‘freakie’ rumbles through cameron’s chest.

pick the one you want, i got layers.

cameron can’t be bothered with questions at the moment, mouth falling open as you begin to put on a show for him. both hands holding onto the top and lower half of the slick pole as you grind your back into it slowly, body resembling waves as you move fluidly, ensuring to keep focus with your boyfriend, he takes in every part of you.

enjoying the way your thick thighs jiggle with each commanding step you take, sashaying around the stage as if this had been your second job. easily dropping onto your knees, you bounce your ass before him, a sliver of your pretty pussy peaking through your garment as you do so. his mouth waters at the dimples and stretch marks along the sides of your hips when you bend down to wave your legs back and forth in a slow and teasing manner.

said you want a main with different sides.

the song speaks for you.

you’d been a good girl for as long as cameron has known you, always so careful of what you said and how you behaved when in public. you didn’t have to try, it was simply how you were, but cameron didn’t expect to see this side of you, the one of his girlfriend twirling around the cylindrical metal with both her legs wrapped around the damn thing like it was nothing.

stealthily you begin to unclamp the zipper to your one pice out, carefully pulling it over your shoulder in an alluring sweep, sliding the leather suit down until it reach your thighs. there you stand, full figured curves keeping cameron in a deadlock trance. you looked so sexy underneath this lighting, crimson colored strobes shining across your smooth skin at just the right angle.

the music transitions, switching to a dark themed rihanna song you had on a shuffled playlist. cameron’s not quite sure what the song is, as his main focus is stuck on your every move. clacking steps against the floor as you approach him, pulling his hand from in between his lap to force a squeeze to your full breasts.

“don’t tell me you’re shy,” you smile, rolling your hips with the slightest movement, teasing your boyfriend while he shudders at the switch in your tone. you sound like a fucking siren, ready to swoop in and take him down whole.

“not shy, baby, just shocked.”

“don’t be, baby,” you raise a leg and pop an ass cheek right before cameron’s face, flashing him with the sight of your gorgeous pussy. you immediately notice the shift forming in cameron’s pants, big dick not able to contain how he really feels about you. “let me take care of you. is there anything you want me to do, baby?”

cameron wishes that he had a stack of money to throw right now. he’d easily max out his bank account if it meant you’d perform for him all night.

“yeah,” his deep voice rattles in the back of his throat, hand pressing roughly into the calf of your leg, holding you still while he admires you. “lit me a cigar, baby, but take your time while you do it. i wanna watch every second.”

“yes, daddy.”

the quick swat to your ass when you walk away makes you grin. you can hear cameron mumble a curse word under his breath when you squat to a lower level to reach the coffee table, striking the lighter up before blazing the dull end of a large cigar for your boyfriend. you stand and walk back over to place it in between his lips, watching for a moment as cameron inhales and releases a cloud of smoke from the spiced cigar.

he looks so sexy from where he sits, the top of his white button up has become undone, revealing the beginning of his strong, sculpted neck to you. while the sleeves of his shirt now rolled up to the edge of his elbows. he looks, relaxed, chilled and ready to see what else you have in store for him.

you take a seat in his lap, thick thighs spreading across his toned ones while your ass brushes against the fabric of his jeans. you rest your head on his shoulder, holding the side of his face in your hand while you grind slowly.

“fuck, baby,” cameron’s huffs as he takes another hit from the cigar. “you look so fuckin’ good right now.”

it makes you moan and giggle at the same time, pussy getting soaked by the minute. you slid out of his lap, falling onto the toes of your tall heels. you pop your ass to the beat of the music and cameron can’t help but to reach down and smack it as you dance.

“you working that muthafucka, baby. i like that shit.”

you caressed the outside of his thighs, squeezing and rubbing, until you begin to cradle his hard on in between your two hands.

“mhm, your dick missed me, cam?”

there’s a rough grunt hidden in his chest, punching it’s way out as he speaks. “you fuckin’ know it, girl. c’mon, pull that dick out, baby.”

cameron commands for you to move, quickly settling into the dominant position of the night after he’s gotten comfortable with the situation.

you love it, live for it.

the tips of your acrylic nails clack against the belt buckle tied around cameron’s waist. you undo the latch, before unblocking cameron’s pants, helping him to slide them down the front of his legs some so you can have better room to work.

“do you remember when we first met, cam?”

and cameron can hardly remember anything at all when you look at him like that. your eyes captive him in ways no mortal being should be allowed to do. so sweet and knowing—years of being a beautiful girlfriend to this lucky man, giving your everything to him in the process. cameron had never experienced a love quite like the one you’d gifted him, and he was truly grateful—always working hard to provide for you, only for you to return the devotion right back to him.

the tender feeling is the opposite of the indecent action you perform with your skilled lips, stirring cameron’s emotions in a completely different way.

both sides of your mouth are stuffed to the brim with cameron’s fat dick. you swallow him down wholly, throat tightening and loosening as you try to adjust. it had been some time with this man and oftentimes you needed a second to get used to his size. you would estimate a good nine inches if you had to, especially after being with your boyfriend for this long. but each moment spent with him, he felt bigger than the last.

you leave a trail of saliva along the rigid skin of cameron’s hardened dick, coming up for air, you take your time to pump him slowly, giving yourself the proper chance to breathe. you’re excited, always turned on beyond words by this man and it often made you think you could handle more than you actually were able to. your small fingers wrap around the fiery pink colored tip, using a mix of your boyfriend’s precum and your dripping mouth as a lubricant.

“you’re so big, daddy,” you pull your abused lips into a frown, batting your long lashes up at cameron while he struggles to think properly. “dick so big, baby, i love it so much.”

“you love it?” cameron’s hips want to rise from the leather sofa, missing the warmth your mouth previously gave him. “you love it so much, baby?”

you nod, moaning softly while pulling your heavy tits from the enclosure of your lace bra, allowing your taut nipples to peek through as you place them onto cameron’s lap.

“tell me you love me, doll. tell me how much you love me.”

always an obedient one during these times. “i love you so much, cameron. love you so, so much, baby.”

leaning forward, cameron meets you from where you sit. grabbing hold of both sides of your face, your boyfriend forces you into a kiss, rough and soft at the same time, as he suckles down on your nasty tongue. cameron doesn’t mind one bit, able to taste himself and the sweet taste of your mouth in the process. he only furthers the filth as he wipes away the elixir of sticky precum and spit, now rubbing the mess across the head of his dick while you moan in delight at the sight.

“now, you gotta show me how much you love me. show me with that fucking mouth how much you love me, baby.”

it makes cameron swallow down softly, toes beginning to curl inside his white socks. you allure him in every kind of way, his eyes never leave yours as he watches all the movements you make. his thick dick now sits nestled comfortably between your breasts as you smush them together, creating a pocket of sorts when you start to slide them up and down.

“aw, fuck baby, just like that, there you fucking go, there you gooo—oooh fuck!”

cameron encourages you to continue, the back of his head falls into the couch when your pointed tongue darts against the tip of his dick. he’s close to coming and you can tell with the sounds he makes. usually, silent as he tries to adjust, trying to remain calm when his orgasm is nearing—the veins in your boyfriend’s neck begin to appear, the whites of his eyes sunken into the back of his skull and he can only mumble out quietly to himself, but you're able to hear. listening with enjoyment as he rumbles on —

“so-so fuckin’ good, goddamn, fuck! your fuckin’ mouth…”

“want you to cum on my tits, daddy. want to you to spill all over my face and breasts, then i want you to cum in me, baby.”

“don’t—don’t stop, baby, don’t you fucking stop.”

with both your movements and the way you’re speaking to him, cameron can’t help the flipping going on in the lower half of his stomach. without a word or warning, short ropes of hot cum eject onto the bottom of your face and the top of your full breasts. the sight of you making such a mess and the gentle surprised gasps you release makes cameron groan out louder, lifting his hips from the couch to fuck into your breasts more, ensuring he’d completely drained himself.

“oh, baby,” you’re giggling as you watch cameron slump into his seat on the couch. you’d sucked the life from this man. swiping your fingers across your chest and the side of your face, you place them into your mouth to taste the cum that’d been recently expelled. “you taste so good.”

raising from your knees, you crawl onto the couch with your boyfriend, scattering his exhausted face with sweet kisses as you moan out. “are you gonna clean me up now?”

cameron’s head turns as he tries to adjust, not able to respond to you the way he wants to. “baby…what the—what the fuck?”

he didn’t know who you were anymore.

the usually ‘innocent’ girl he previously knew, sat beside him sucking leftover cum from the sides of her fingers while her boyfriend tried to capture his labored breath. some one had to have come out and swapped the typically sweet girl he’d known with a heart stopping vixen who stood here ready to ruin him.

he goes to say something else, but the spread of your legs while you pat at the start of your soaked pussy takes away his ability to, watching in amazement at how wet you’ve gotten. a gleam of white substance coating the outside of your smooth pussy and the inside of your inner thighs.

“want you to eat me, daddy.”

cameron can’t deny you or that pretty pussy of yours.

“fuckkkk, c’mere baby, c’mere.”

it’s quick when he pulls you up, yanking you by the arm so you now stand on the seat of the couch, rushing to take off your high heels so you don’t fall or ruin the integrity of the furniture. your pussy is face to face with your excited lover, the edge of his pointed nose skimming over the flesh of your lady part as she is drenched all over. the excitement had gotten to you—being in a secluded room with the love of your life as you worked him to no end made your pussy clench as she knew what was to come.

and cameron isn’t hesitant at all when it comes to giving it to you.

the calloused ends of his fingertips dig into the skin of your wide hips, holding you in place so he can easily smother himself into your sweet embrace. almost like he’s face planted when cameron’s forehead rests along the front of your soft belly, guiding his mouth closer and closer so that he can place a firm kiss to the stiffened bud that sat right before him. the cool breeze of his mouth makes you shiver and makes your clit jump, before your thoughts are pushed to the side without regard, cameron now forcing you silent when he suckles around your clit harshly.

“taste so muthafuckin good, girl,” cameron compliments with grit, voice husky and low as he keeps you close, hands kneading the flesh of your ass as if it's freshly made dough.

“oooh, fuck,” your legs buckle around him, knees not able to support yourself entirely as the smooth sensation of cameron’s skilled tongue takes away your ability to think.

and cameron knows you so well. you don’t have to say a single thing before he’s immediately clasping on to you tighter so you won’t fall or hurt yourself. your hands latch onto his shoulders and the top of his short shaved head, fingers scratching his scalp while you peer down to watch him at work.

“don’t be scared,” cameron’s words comes out muffled, but you’re able to hear him. “get that shit, girl. soak my muthafukin face, baby, c’mon.”

between cameron’s salacious voice, the thumping sounds of the weeknd’s highly acclaimed debut album and the sensory blogging lights, fucked you completely up.

your voice is whiny, a heightened pitch in your throat when you moan and roll your hips fluidly into cameron’s face. he’s a fucking genius when it comes to pleasing you. yeah, you could purchase private rooms for a special night out, practice pole dancing for weeks on end and wear the most revealing pieces of clothing you could find—but none of that could ever compare to the way cameron fucks you.

the domination switches.

“i’m—i’m gonna cum, cam, please don’t stop baby, don’t stop eating me.”

“not gon’ stop,” cameron responds, his tongue exploring you further, now curling into your pussy as it were destined to be placed there. “give me that shit, y/n, drench my shit, baby, c’mon.”

your mind goes numb, hand caressing the mound of your soft breasts as you search for comfort. your head falls backwards when you attempt to relax, the feeling of cameron tongue fucking you so deeply practically brings tears to your eyes. the feeling passes through you—a fluttering sensation in the lower half of your abdomen, before you yank your head forward in surprise.

“i’m cumminggg,” you cry and shake your head back and forth, torn between pushing cameron away or keeping him put as the overwhelming force of your orgasm makes you shake. “i’m—i’m cumming, cam, oh my godddd.”

“mhm,” is all cameron can respond, too preoccupied with drinking down every drop of cum you release into his mouth, lips skimming over your clit and slit without a second to stop.

you’re coming back to earth—eyes still sealed shut, goosebumps scattered over the entirety of your body, when you feel cameron move around from underneath you. it surprises you completely when he stands and holds you in the inner part of his strong arms. you begin to yelp, but lose the ability to when cameron forces you into a kiss.

you’re melting. holding onto the back of his head when cameron tosses you around freely, helping you to adjust. breathing from the both of you is labored and messy, teeth clattering over the others while your noses brush together.

“love you, baby.”

“love—love you too cameron, oh my, fuckkk,” you can hardly finish your sentence, words falling into whispers that land to the ground beneath you when cameron lowers you onto the tip of his big dick.

the burn of his head nudging at your sweetly honeyed entrance makes you search for refuge, frantically smothering your face into the side of his strong neck while you allow him to take control.

“don’t act like you can’t handle it. what happened to all that vixen shit you was just doing?”

your previous moves are thrown to the side, submission taking over as you need cameron to get you there.

“you’re—you’re so big, daddy.”

“what that mean?” he kisses you as he snorts, holding the sides of your hips together, slowly guiding you over the agonizing length of his dick. “you take my shit any other time.”

you can barely respond, shaking your head when the pressure becomes too much. “baby…”

“i feel you dripping down my dick, baby, you got this shit, don’t you?”

you’re unable to fight against your boyfriend’s words, releasing soft sighs and huffs when he drags you over the veiny shaft of his dick.

“how you gon’ be my wife if you can’t take my dick like i need you to?”

the mention of marriage and you being his wife is enough for you to coat this man’s entire dick a sheen of opaque white cum.

“wife?” you sniffle, voice still soft, but laced with a hint of confusion.

“yeah, i want to make this shit official with you girl, want you for the rest of my life, baby.”

there couldn’t have been a better time for cameron to express his feelings to you—your firm calves dangle in his buff arms, swollen cunt encasing him totally while he keeps you hoisted in the air, dick perched inside of you at just angle. you’re fucking naked and cameron’s pants hang around the strongest part of his thighs, while he stretches your pussy out.

what can you say—you and he were far from conventional.

it wasn’t a proposal, as cameron wanted the scene to be set perfectly when the time came. he instead viewed this as a…warmup. warming you up with the spread of his dick and the question of spending the rest of your life side by side with him.

“oh, cam, yes, yes, yes!” you cry in response to his statement and to the orgasm you felt filling the pit in your abdomen, thighs shaking in his hands while your face draws into a wide mouthed expression. “yes, yes, yes!”

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room tour — tyriq withers.

pairing ⁀➷ cameron cade x plus-size black! reader!

synopsis ⁀➷ your fiancé cameron knows you miss him when he’s away, but he wants you to show him just how much.

song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘in my room’ by troye sivan ft. guitarricadelafuente.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 6.0k || nsfw content, 18+ content, no minors allowed!! kissing, pet names (babe, baby, mama, princess) corruption themes, foul language, ditzy reader! girly!reader, wag! reader, small flashback of you and cam, dirty talk—cameron is talking so crazy, omg, dry humping, cameron is mean & rough, omgggg, but we love it! oral (m receiving) p in v intercourse, slight anal play (cam humps both holes 🤧) sexual activity with / on stuffed animal.

an — y’all have sent some really good requests, omgggg! loved writing this one because i love a ditzy, girly reader—truly one of my favs. i aint gone lie, i went all in with this one, lolll. hope you enjoy anon and thanks for sending!!

‘i’m all alone in my room, i’m just thinking bout you. it’s a feeling i can’t describe.’

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“but, this one has a tan, cameron, it’s not like the other ones. can we please get it, baby?”

the most adorable frown forms along your glossed lips, arched eyebrows pulling downwards as you plead with your partner. cameron just watches as you stand there with a pink and glittery sticker clad macbook in your hands, fuzzy bunny slippers on your feet, a cutesy white tank top and a pair of lace bloomer shorts on your chunky body.

you were currently begging for his card to purchase yet another stuffed sanrio item. it’d become routine at this point, but this cinnamoroll toy was different t from the others you collected, cutely designed with a bronze tan and a pair of pink bows above her ears.

it was too freaking adorable!

you desperately needed her!

“why do you want all these stuffies, y/n? you’ve been buying these toys for some weeks now, how much more do you need?”

“i know, i know, cam, but this one is different, i swear, babe.”

your soon-to-be husband and current quarterback star, cameron cade, sat up from his spot on the comfy sofa. you two hold a silent stare down, both trying not to laugh at the serious expression on the other's face.

“you gotta show me this room, girl. i gotta see what you’re talking about.”

that forces you to break, immediately squealing like crazy as your fiancé stands from his seated position, following you upstairs to a special part of the house. this 7,000 square foot miami condominium was breathtakingly beautiful, filled with illustrative art along the walls and premium italian furniture throughout the home. you loved the shared space between you and your fiancé, finding true comfort in residing with him.

cameron had his side of the house and you did as well, albeit a bit more girly, but it was still yours.

and you took great pride in the space.

cameron hadn’t been granted permission to see the room as you were still putting the finishing touches together, not wanting him to see a single thing until everything was completed. you were close to done and truly needed this last plushie, so you’re absolutely willing to let him inside if it meant you could get the items you wanted.

shelves almost as tall as the ceilings were filled to the brim with your favorite plushie characters. they ranged from the sanrio hello kitty members all the way to the san-x franchise of rilakkuma stuffies. large plushies that costed a few bucks to the mini trinkets you won at passing arcade visits, each and every item was plastered along the walls. on a nearby dresser sat acrylic display cases that showed off your collection of adorable sonny angels, all sporting pieces of pink accessories in some kind of way. and when cameron turned a few inches to the left, there was another case on the opposite side of the dresser filled with your favorite anime films. mostly pink cover sleeves, unrelatedly so.

cameron couldn’t believe his eyes, watching in shock as you go over each and every aspect of the room as if it were nothing. you were seriously devoted to keeping up with this aesthetic. you’d always been a very feminine and prissy girl, making sure to keep lipgloss, blush and a compact mirror on you at all times—stating ’cuteness was close to godliness’. and it made cameron laugh each time.

it was one of the reasons cameron took an interest to you those years ago during a college football game.

you sat in the campus bleachers with the most heartwarming smile on your gorgeous face, pink ribbons in your curly hair and a bedazzled hello kitty phone case in your hand. cameron remembers you handing him your phone after the game ended, grinning softly as he typed his number into the device.

“i saw you all the way over here. i could hardly focus on my game and shit, you fucking distracted me.”

covering your mouth, you giggle. “i did not.”

cameron nods, handing your phone back so he can finally get a full look at you and he makes sure not to miss a single second. the both of you standing on the sidelines of the football field while the rest of the crowd slowly begins to disperse. your full cheeks are what catches his attention the most, high cheekbones glimmering with a slight sparkle as you peer up at him.

“you did. you’re so fucking pretty, i thought i was seeing shit in the crowd, thought my mind was playing tricks on me.”

he makes you laugh again, genuinely finding his comments hilarious. cameron takes true pride in being the one to make you happy. you both stand silent for only a few, as your close girlfriends call out so you all can head home. it brings you and cameron back to reality, much too lost in the others eyes to realize your surroundings.

“i guess you gotta go, huh?”

“yeah,” you sigh, not wanting to leave so soon. “do you want a hug goodbye?”

you’re the one to make cameron laugh this time, truly taken aback by your sweetness. “i’m all sweaty and shit, i don’t you want me getting on you.”

“i don’t mind,” you sway your arms, but maintain eye contact with the dashing quarterback.

cameron gladly accepts the hug, pulling you into his embrace by making your head rest on his chest as you’re a few inches shorter than him, while he takes a deep inhale of your scent.

strawberry fucking pound cake.

the rest was history for cameron cade. from that moment then on, you were his and remained to be till this day.

present day cameron has so many questions—he needs to know how you were able to pull this setup off, wants to know if you had help from anyone else, before finally asking you what was your sole purpose for this room.

but he doesn’t know where to start.

the first words to fly out of his mouth are— “you sleep in this bed too, baby?”

his heavy feet track through the bubble gum pink colored carpet you had installed a few weeks earlier. so soft underneath his toes that cameron doesn’t realize this home was purchased with all gray marble tile flooring. he now stands beside the full-sized pink canopy bed perched in the corner of the room, large fingers trailing over the sheer curtains you replaced as they previously came with white ones. you and he shared a bed in the main area of this house, one much fuller and without crowding—less googly eyed, bow adorned, fictionally named plushies surrounding you both at nighttime.

but up here, things were different.

this room held all your vital items and interests. it gave cameron a deep glimpse into what he thought he’d already known about you.

“some nights, yeah, i do,” you nod and stand beside him as he admires the way you’ve decorated this room, truly taken aback by the work you’ve put in. “mostly when you’re gone, cammy.”

you capture his slightly drifted attention, forcing him to turn around after you’ve softly spoken. “you miss me when i’m gone, baby?”

you nod again. batting naturally long lashes up at him when he steps closer than before, fiddling with the tips of your ballerina acrylic shaped nails. you’re fucking angelic and it causes cameron’s heart to clench as he stares down at you. he’d never met someone as darling as you—so light, yet grounding. you truly kept him amazed with your every little move.

“i mean, yeah, sometimes. i miss you a lot when you’re away, cam. that’s part of the reason i keep all this stuffies, they make me feel better some.”

he hadn’t known the true depth of your loneliness. you’d been spoiled with all the finer things in life—the prada charm bracelet and pink quilted chanel handbag he recently surprised you with were just a few. you also appreciated the little stuff, like the simple plushies he’d brought home.

but you only wanted one thing in this world.

“baby,” cameron sighs.

“babe,” you call out, using a nickname just as your fiancé had.

“why haven’t you told me anything, baby? why don’t you say something to me?”

“i don’t want to stress you, cameron. you have all these football games and press conferences going on and i know you don’t want to be bothered with my silliness.”

life, as the fiancé to a superstar football player, was not easy work. you understood the role you’d taken on and understood the importance cameron played to his team, but you couldn’t help the way you felt. as beautiful and cozy as your home was, things got lonesome. you had a few fellow w.a.g friends to talk to and your family member as well, but nothing compared to being cuddled up with your soon-to-be husband, cameron.

cameron’s puckered lips press against the side of your head, silencing any of the nonsense you were thinking currently. “it’s not silly, baby. if you’re lonely, you have to tell me. i want to make you happy in any way, if you want me to be home more, i’ll try to make it happen for you.”

“really?” you peer up at him with a pouted lip, your smaller fingers toying with the ends of his large digits.

“yes, really. even if i gotta take you with me and we pack up all these fucking stuffed animals, i want you by my side,” cameron’s chuckle rumbles against your lips as he pulls you closer, warmly pressing his mouth to yours. he lingers there for a brief moment—not moving his lips in a sudden urge, but simply taking in this time to be with you. you allowed him to get a full sense, inhaling your scent for a moment.

when you weren’t wearing delightful cake or fruit secreted perfumes, your scent usually lingered on the powdery side. delicate and calming—something so gentle that cameron would often get hit with whiffs of you while out of town.

“what do you do when you’re lonely, mama?”

there it was.

you miss out on his question initially—you’d always been a bit tardier in the thinking department, but cameron loved it and you regardless. you lift your head up and gaze upon your fiancé cluelessly, while he kept the same expression as before.

“what do i do?” you repeat, not sure what he meant.

cameron nods, his head still resting onto yours. “do you think of me, baby?”

it makes you giggle. “all the time, cam. you’re all i can think about. sometimes i lay here and wish for you to fly home and get in bed with me.”

“mmm,” his muffled voice vibrates on the top of your head, fingers now twirling through the tiny pieces of curly hair you pulled into a low ponytail with the help of a tulip printed silk scrunchie. “do you touch yourself, baby?”

the question makes you moan, a combination of confusion and buzz taking over the words you try to form. the noise, you allow to escape, causes cameron to grunt, a breathless snort following behind. you’re still the clueless thing he’ll always love, staring up at him softly as you speak.

“what do you mean, cam? what—what are you saying?”

the knit in your eyebrows seems a bit worrying. “hey, hey, it’s okay, baby, i’m just asking—just wondering do you think about me when i’m gone.”

“i—i do, cam, you know that, you know you’re all i want.”

“i know, baby, i know,” he mutters, pulling you back into his tender embrace. it relaxes you only for a moment before cameron’s next words stir you alive once more. “i just—i just know you probably fuck yourself so good while you’re in here.”

“cammmm,” you whine. why was he tormenting you like this? these statements were too much for your little head to handle, pouting your full pink lips as cameron’s hands grip the underside of your plush ass. “baby.”

“baby,” cameron repeats after you, absolutely relishing in the times that you get like this.

you’re such a sweet girl, caring fiancée and kind person that you sometimes lost track of this side—forcing cameron to draw it out of you, as he knows you’re everything but 100 percent pure.

“i bet you do that little thing where your eyes roll back and forth and you start to shake like crazy,” he chuckles at the thought, visions of you doing said thing flashing in his head. “your body gets stuck like that and you can’t help but to keep fucking yourself until you’re fucking crying.”

“cameron…”

you call out for him, but your fiancé isn’t finished just yet.

“probably get so wet at the thought of me that you have no choice but to rub at that clit. you probably make a mess in this fuckin’ bed. probably have to wash the sheets a few times through the week, ‘cause you keep ruining ‘em.”

“cammy…”

it continues.

“i bet you moan so fuckin’ loud—probably so happy you’re home alone so you can cum as hard as you want to. you probably do it in front of these fuckin’ stuffies, probably give them a show while you fuck yourself like crazy, don’t you? hm? tell me i’m wrong.”

“baby—baby,” you stutter in shock, squeezing your thighs together as cameron recounts what he believed to be true and surprisingly enough, he’s not at all wrong. “y—yes.”

those nights—those long and excruciatingly lonely nights when cameron was away and fast asleep on the other side of the country, you found yourself wide awake at home. you’d lay there, flipping around the mattress until the thought wouldn’t escape you, forcing you to dive a hand into the lace lined panties you wore, forefinger tapping softly at your little bud until you brought it to life. you’d cum three times in a row on some of those nights, thinking—dreaming of cameron and how good he took care of you.

what can he say? a man knows his future wife.

“i want to see it, baby. i want to see what you do, you gotta show me.”

you fumble with cameron, feet treading backwards until you’re bumping into the bed. you barely have a chance to think or even speak up for yourself when you begin to feel cameron’s lips trace over the inside of your neck, growing dick thumping against the side of your hip as he whispers.

“baby—cameron,” your head spins, eyes closing and opening every millisecond as you try to regulate, but fail to do so.

“show me, princess. you gotta show me what you do.”

and it hurts. it hurts to pull away from cameron’s warm hold, but you do as you're asked, slowly climbing into the neatly made bed. like a pet of sorts, you move around in a circle until you’re fully comfortable in the middle of the bed. you rest on the soles of your feet, knees digging into the mattress, before you reach over to snatch up the gigantic teddy bear perched in the corner beside your bed.

that throws cameron off balance quite a bit, squinting from where he stands as he watches you move. it’s only now occurring to him that the toy you grabbed looked nothing like the other stuffies you owned. velvety light-brown fur and a round tip black nose makes this stuffed animal thoroughly different from your sanrio items. cameron doesn’t know what he expected, but he can only watch in silence as you proceed. he’d requested this from you and knew that asking too many questions would drive you into your head and you’d lose the momentum you’d just built up.

and all cameron wants right now is to watch while you play.

raising your hips from where you sit, you quickly remove the lace bloomer shorts you currently wore, making sure to keep the pink thong bikini underwear on before stretching your body across the splayed stuffed animal. it’s only a few inches shorter than you, so you’re able to lay onto it with ease, staring up at cameron before starting.

you’re attempting to— “please don’t laugh at me, cammy. i already feel so silly.”

and cameron’s standing here with a hot palm over the edge of his clothed dick, fighting the toughest battle of not cumming when you look like this. so vulnerable and compliant that it’s driving him fucking batty. tiger-like stripes cascading down the sides of your hips and thighs, small beauty marks and such scattered across your face and neck and your eyes? fuck. your wide eyes marvel at cameron like he’s the only man walking this entire planet, like he’d been placed here strictly to be with you.

laugh at you?

“baby, i’d never fucking laugh at you. i promise and fucking swear that i won’t.”

he means it and it gifts you the courage to continue with your previous task. you shimmy about as you begin to explain this complicated process to cameron. “i started with just cuddling the bear at first—you know, holding him at night when you’re away for work.”

cameron nods while you continue.

“then—then, i, um, i,” why was this so embarrassing? the tops of your full cheeks begin to blush with nervous heat when you try to get in the mood.

it was different when cameron wasn’t around. you’d usually get excited all on your own, able to bring out the desire you so vehemently craved while he was away, but now that he stood a few feet away from you, things weren’t so easy.

you clear your head, starting your thoughts over once again. “i began cuddling it, then i started to hump it.”

the wrangled groan cameron releases makes you shiver from where you lay. he’s turned on beyond words at your explanation, trying not to cum so soon as you speak to him. “keep goin’, baby, let me see you do it, c’mon.”

“okay, okay,” you whine, scooting the bear lower so that it can make contact with your awaiting pussy. you stutter from the sensation, a rough tip of a toy bear's nose, brushing against your clit, makes you so needy, but you aren’t able to go full throttle. you search for the memories of the nights when cameron was away to help you get there.

thinking of the ways you cried into the mattress as you grind your pussy onto your own two fingers, stirring a deep swirl within the lower half of your stomach when you thought about cameron and his mouth. you’d think about his fingers and tongue as well, big hands able to pry you open like it was nothing, tongue swiping over every fold and crevice on the inside of your juicy thighs.

aligning the pointed nose of the 5ft teddy bear to the tip of your pulsing clit, your hips begin to grind along the surface. the sharp inhale releases from your timid body, hands shaking as you grip the teddy bear tighter. you start to feel it—the excitement and thrill of doing something so risqué that you can’t help but to buck your hips faster.

“oh, oh, my—“

“yeah, baby, there you go, you fucking got it, girl.”

and cameron is like a predatory hawk as he scopes you down, watching with his mouth hung wide open, almost as if he can feel the pleasure you’re experiencing. practically salivating as your nails clench around the fluffy ears of the bear, slowly pushing forwards and backwards in a precise rhythm, voluminous thighs quivering while they keep the trapped stuffed animal beneath you.

“cam—“ your words break off after every sentence, unable to fully express how you truly felt. the actions overwhelm you, and cameron certainly does not help the situation by standing so close yet so far. “cammy, baby.”

“you got it, babe, stop worrying so much.”

he doesn’t get it. cameron is too busy being invested in seeing you fall apart, that he doesn’t realize how intense this moment was for you. you’d always been a whiny thing during sex, the desire you had tucked down inside always made you emotional, but this experience with cameron seems to heighten those feelings. you heave brokenly, tossing your head forward before pausing for a second, your poor thumping clit begins to swell from the rugged friction of cotton panties and a stuffed teddy bear nose brushing against it.

“cameron…baby,” you cry again, needing to feel his presence closer. he was right there, why did he insist on torturing you?

cameron is wordless as he approaches you, usually heavy footsteps become silent from the fluffy carpet. he catches you completely off guard when he snatches your tank top over your chest, exposing your breasts to the harsh air in the room. your nipples point, stiffening to peaks as cameron brings a hard hand down to smack the flesh on them both.

“cammy—uh!”

“why you keep fuckin’ whining, hmm? i thought you was gon’ show me what you do when i’m away, baby? what happened to that?”

“i’m trying, cameron, i’m trying.”

but cameron doesn’t believe it. “you not trying hard enough, mama. i know you got that shit in you, why you playin’ with me?”

“i’m-i’m nottt,” you moan. “i’m not, i swear.”

the unexpected grip of cameron’s hand wrapped around your curly ponytail makes you yelp. he holds you in place, pulling your head back just an inch so he can stare directly into your eyes, his commanding presence taking over the whole room when he glares down at you. it’s sinister with the way he turns you on when he’s like this. so fucking horny and anxious that all he could think about was being rough with you, marveling in the way you obeyed his directions. he never had to do much, a snap of his fingers or a grunt in his throat and you’d be doing exactly what he asked of you.

which is why he can’t understand the hassle with you riding this goddamn teddy bear.

“why you can’t do it then, huh? tell me what it is, baby, talk to me.”

“i-i need more, cam, need you to help me.”

cameron was home now, you shouldn’t have to handle these tasks all on your own.

“don’t you know i want to see you cum, mama? i want to see what the fuck you do when i’m away, you gotta be a be good girl and show me.”

“but, cam—“

“you want this dick in yo’ mouth?” the question is blunt, cutting off your rambling as cameron speaks for you. “tell me—is that what you want?”

and you can only nod, shivering in your spot on the bed, when cameron unties the drawstring to his gray sweatpants, heatedly blowing air from his lips as he rushes to undress. his hardened shaft is already outlined perfectly through his briefs and pants, big dick practically fighting to be freed after being tortured from no action. cameron had been wanting to fuck you since you danced your way into the living room with those lace bloomers on, allowing him to see bits of the smooth flesh along your expansive hips. it’s instinctual when cameron jacks a hand over himself, blushed tubby head leaking with clear beads of precum that drip down the base of his dick.

cameron doesn’t have to say a word, predictably you’re already opening your full lips, tongue drenched in salvia as your mouth had been watering the entire time cameron stood before you. you comply without any back talk, moaning softly when cameron tap, tap, taps his dick across the side of your chubby cheek, trailing a string of sticky precum behind when he drags it over your lips. he smooshes your frowned pout onto the head of his dick, forcing you to gloss your top and bottom lip in the smooth and shiny substance.

“mmm, cammm,” you bat your curled eyelashes up at him, panting in a cadence like an excited puppy. “wan’ you to fuck my face, daddy, wan’ you in my mouth so badly.”

cameron still has that vice grip on the middle of your ponytail, curls bunched around his fist like he’s afraid you’ll get too far away from him. “you gotta promise you gon’ take me, princess. i’m not fuckin’ stopping until i’m bruising that throat, i need to know that you gon’ act right.”

“i am daddy, i ammm,” your words continue to flow like a song, dragging the syllables to each of your words out due to your deep desire and need.

“then open your fuckin’ mouth and take this shit, y/n.”

your eyes peel closed, and your mouth is drawn open. and cameron’s dick is already standing tall, eight inches wagging before your very eyes, meaning you didn’t need to move hands or touch him anyway. you keep your arms to your sides. you allow him to get you started, raising up some, so he can sink his dick into your saturated mouth, he holds your hair in his hand and cameron can easily drag you over his brutal length in one go.

“gawd fuckin’ damn,” cameron’s groan is just as rough as he was currently being. coming out in strangled exhales through the ends of his flared nose, cameron can’t get enough.

it doesn’t last too long, quick enough for you to coat his dick in the sheer, thin film of your saliva, before he’s pulling away. cameron sends a love tap to your cheek once more, proud at how you take him without breaking apart. you look ready, grinning at him with leaking lips, as he adjusts you again. this time cameron goes in totally, holding your face to the very edge of his groin while you gag around him, throat constricting when he forces you to stay put.

“eat that…shit up, baby—there y’fucking gooo,” it’s a thread of words that cameron mumbles out when he can feel the sensation of the back of your throat bumping into the tip of his reddened dick.

“mhmmm,” you hum, tears filling the corners of your eyes and threaten to spill down to your cheeks.

“breathe, baby. take a breath, girl,” cameron comforts you by pulling out, praises flowing from his mouth while he tweaks at your hardened nipple, twisting one before slapping both breasts once again. they blemish easily, cameron’s heavy hands cause them to mark, but you absolutely enjoy it.

you involuntarily begin to grind against the stuffed bear again, vibrating pussy longing for the friction you’d previously given it and it doesn’t take too much. your pulsating clit aches for more, fully prepared for whatever she has coming after cameron has coaxed you in the right way, gifting you the encouragement you needed to continue.

you could feel your climax incoming and can immediately tell your fiance cameron isn’t too far behind, massive dick twitching in his hands as he strokes along the shaft. he’s trying to wait it out, trying to prolong the nut that’s begging to be freed, but you can tell he’s close. his thumb and forefinger squeeze around the tip of his dick as he groans softly, shaking his head wildly when he attempts to regulate.

it makes your pussy wetter than ever—watching as your gigantic fiance tosses his head back in satisfaction when you reach to tap the tip of his dick against the flat surface of your tongue, allowing him space to jerk himself off to you.

“my fuckin’ baby,” cameron praises, consistently enamored by the way your body responds to him. “gon—gonna fuckin’ make me nut, princess, gonna cum all over your fuckin’ face, shit.”

the veins in the side of cameron’s neck protrude as he blubbers out to you, face a shade of crimson red when he holds his breath before ultimately releasing hot strings of sperm all over your puffed cheeks and pouted lips. he essentially covers your entire pretty face with a painting of white substance, keeping your head forced back as he makes you taste all of him.

“fuckin’—fuck, shit, baby, shit,” he cries, body falling limp for a moment after he’s totally drained his dick into your mouth and face. and you sit there like the angel you are—humming and swiping cum off your face to lick the remains off the ends of your fingers.

“missed tasting you, cammy.”

“fuck, baby,” he laughs and moans at the pornographic sight of you, dick as hard as it’d been from the first time you two had sex.

you still remember the night you and he foolishly fucked each other crazy on the ferris wheel of the town's local carnival. it was late and no one seen you guys, thank goodness, but you still had visions of the night.

your daydream is rather quickly interrupted when you feel cameron pull at your arms, adjusting you in any way he pleases by tugging you further along the bed. it helps to make room for him, as he now joins you in the mattress, forcing you to face downwards and up against the body of the splayed teddy bear.

“arch that shit, c’mon,” a sharp smack is forwarded to the heaviest part of your backside, cameron’s big hand marking territory as he helps to prop your ass into the air.

“babyyy,” you whine, a hiccup tucked in your chest as you try to follow his instructions. “cammyyy.”

“just give it to me, baby. want you to drench my shit, then i got you, okay?” cameron is trying to be the sweetheart you remember him as, but he’s in such desperate need of release that he can’t think properly. you don’t know exactly what ‘it’ is, but you do exactly as your fiance says.

he hovers over you in the bed, one knee propped while the other pushes into the mattress. you feel him move around, hands caressing all over your body sweetly before he moves to tug away your underwear, helping you be free by tossing them onto the floor.

“goddamn, baby,” you listen to him groan, watching in admiration as you glisten and wet the inner parts of your thighs and panties with ease. “you gon’ wet my shit up, like that?”

you nod, face brushed against the teddy bear. “please, fuck me, baby.”

“oh, fuck,” you make cameron moan, gripping the head of his dick as he adjusts, still leaking with precum despite coming just a few seconds ago. you sound so good when you beg him like this—willing to do whatever it takes, so long as you’re able to cum how you need to. “that pussy so perfect, baby.”

there’s a breeze, a small passing of air against the wettest parts of your pussy and ass when cameron holds you open. he stares as if you’re a work of art—finely crafted and created just for him to view, gummy pink inner walls coated in the perfect hue of gloss with an up drawn button clit placed perfectly in the center.

a masterpiece.

you’re unable to see cameron from behind, but you can feel his presence as his nudges the head of his dick along the entryway of your pussy. he’s quick when he does it, not giving too much or little, but just enough to let you know he’s right there.

“that pussy tryna swallow me up, baby,” his chuckle is dark, teasing. “she missed me?”

you and he both know the answer, but you can’t help the whine dying to escape your lips. “yeahhh.”

“mmm.”

mmm.

so to the point that it hurts you, not physically of course, but just enough that you raise your hips in the air and begin to grind into your fiance’s dick, hoping this would help to fasten things up. it instead only worsens the matter for you when cameron’s rough thumb brushes along the entrance of your second tightened hole. working from your pussy all the way up to your asshole, cameron uses the elixir you’d created as a lubricant to stimulate both he and you.

“agghh, fuck,” you shake, a profanity slipping from your lips when cameron’s dips into your hole ever so slightly. the sensation of him fucking his big dick into you makes your pussy tightens, a drippy string of cum excreting from her at the lack of attention cameron gives.

“where you want me, baby? hm?”

your eyes are rolling in pleasure, the mattress basically vibrates underneath you both while you lay still and let cameron handle you however he wants.

“my—my pussy misses you, cammy.”

“oof,” you practically knock the wind out of cameron’s chest with the answer you give, listening as he heaves hotly into the air. “yeah? you need it that bad, baby?”

“need it, so, so bad, daddy.”

cameron can’t make you wait any longer—you’d done everything he asked of you and then some. he worked you into a frenzy and now he had to be the one to bring you back down.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” the flow of cameron’s words match in rhythm of the slap, slap, slap he sends to your pussy with the outer side of his dick, edging you more before finally aligning himself into your entrance.

the muscle in your thigh twitches, eyelids squeezed shut when cameron moves at his own pace, holding one of your ass cheeks in the rough palm of his hand while squeezing at the base of his piece. you’re silent up to the very last second, covering your mouth with the teddy bear before you moan out reflexively.

“ohhhh…my god, cammm!”

“fuck, yesss,” cameron’s laugh is sharp, just as brutal and punishing as the snap of his slim hips, lower half colliding with your round ass instantly. he finds joy in seeing you fall apart like this—silly little whimpers escaping your lips when he pounds into you like he’s angry.

you’re pushed into the furriest part of the teddy bear toy, sobbing weakly into the fabric when cameron pushes you down harder, helping you find the right position and arch in the lower part of your back.

“that’s—“ you hiccup, gasping. “that’s my spot, cammmm, that’s my spottt.”

“i fuckin’ know, baby.”

cameron knows. he can tell, by the spongy feel of your walls restricting him, that he’d reached the highest point within your pussy. and she just gushes around him, a white ring of cum coating his dick when he raises his knee at the perfect angle.

“you feel so good, daddyyy, you feel so good, ooh, my—shittt.”

“give me that shit, baby, stop playin’ with it,” cameron encourages you with a coarse smack to your ass, another following soon after before he’s smacking both over and over. “soak my shit and stop playin’.”

you cum like never before. a scream belting from your throat while you shake around wildly, body slumping into the plush teddy bear laid before you. it can barely hold the weight of you and cameron, orgasms overruling the both of you while you cum onto cameron’s dick, his hot nut fills your pussy to the brim.

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hmmmm, thinking….anon…

i honestly didn’t think anyone cared for that fic, but i do have second part in mind that i may do eventually.

im giving everyone everything they need and want, but i need the comments to reflect that. i dont even care about likes as much, but i want the comments and reblogs from you guys telling me how you feel!!

it truly motivates me and keeps me going with my writing. by knowing that you guys enjoy it or want me to add to it, helps me to paint a good picture. something as simple as an emoji or an ‘amazing’ makes me feel tremendous.

fiery — tyriq withers.

pairing ⁀➷ cameron cade x black plus-size! reader.

synopsis ⁀➷ built up stress with no where to place it? cameron cade is here to help!

song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘use me’ by miguel & ‘the lead’ by flo.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 2.6k || 18+ content, nsfw content, no minors allowed!! foul language, pissed! reader, helpful! cameron, mentions of roommate and shared friend, flirting, kissing, sexual activity, p in v, riding, overstimulation, creampie.

a/n — here you are anon! i liked this one a whole lot, especially as someone who be stressed the hell out all the time.😭 this was perf! hope you enjoy!!

‘i’ll take the lead.’

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“damn, y/n, you straight?”

cameron hears you before he can even see you.

the uproarious sound of your feet stomping through the apartment hallways mixed with the agitated fumbling of your house keys were only warning signs to how pissed off you were. it’s when you burst through the house like a burglar on the run, that cameron realizes how serious your attitude was right now.

and the sight of him seated so calmly in the middle of your best friend’s couch only irritated you off just a smidgen more. you exhale harshly, not wanting to take your anger out on this innocent guy. he hadn’t done anything to you, simply a bystander to all the nonsense going on in your life.

sliding off the silver metallic and black nike vomero gym shoes that were on your feet, you quickly put away your tote bag and oversized gray hoodie, preparing to march right past cameron before he stops you in your steps.

“aye, y/n…” he calls, turning down the volume to whatever tv show he was currently watching. you weren’t sure what it was, but from the sounds of the television cast bickering, you could somewhat tell it had been reality tv related. “you walking fast as hell, where you going?”

you turn on the heels of your sock clad feet, shrugging your shoulders once as you begin to say something. “i’m going upstairs, probably about to take a nap, i’m fucking exhausted.”

and cameron could almost let that answer be, but the deep pinch in your thick eyebrows paired along terribly with the prominent scowl on your face. today was not your best.

cameron hadn’t seen you like this before.

albeit, he’d only recently started coming around, as he and your best friend / roommate had some type of friendship going on as they worked together throughout the week at the local restaurant down the street. he spent some of his off days over here watching tv and searching through the cabinets for something to snack on.

most times you didn’t mind—hell, some days you hardly even seen him, as you usually came home later in the evening right before cameron was leaving out the door. you two shared very few words. the usual hi and bye to one another as you brushed past to get to your area of the apartment. the last thing on your mind was a conversation with him after you’d been drug through the mud at work.

“you aight? ain’t nobody been fuckin’ with you, have they?”

you snort softly in response, laughing for the first time all day. “if they are, what are you going to do about it, cameron?”

“imma fuck them up, stop playin wit me’,” cameron shifts around on the comfortable hunter green sofa set you and your roommate went half on, allowing you space to sit beside him. “come sit.”

you’re hesitant, looking towards the direction of your room, as being in your bed sounded much more relaxing right now. “cameron, i’m sorry, but i really want to lay down. my day has been so fucking long and i—“

“you don’t want to tell me about it?”

it didn’t sound terrible—having someone to express the feelings you’d been fighting with for weeks now. you spent a lot of time on your own, as keeping relationships with others while working diligently seemed almost impossible. you often scribbled down your feelings into a journal, but were only able to express yourself so much on the lined pages.

you take cameron up on his offer.

this was your home after all, you’d sit anywhere you very well pleased to, with or without the permission of your roommates sexy ass friend. it’s no secret—any being with working eyeballs would vouch for the handsomeness of the 6 foot something, cinnamon skin toned, dimple smiled, soft eyed and boyishly charming cameron cade. you thought he was cute, but that was all. your mind didn’t drift to any further territory and if it had, you quickly put things back where they belonged.

…or at the very least you tried to.

you sat with your feet tucked underneath your rear end, both hands in the air, as you animatedly expressed the passing weeks to cameron. you’d told him all about the annoying customers at the call center you worked at, told him how nosy and sneaky your coworkers had been, vented about the landlord raising the price of your shared rent and you’d even explained some frustration with your own family and the mess they had going about.

cameron listened in silence, nodding his head and humming softly after you’d finished a heated sentence, just to let you know that you had his undivided attention. he didn’t mind listening to you rant, as he knew how challenging things could be during these times. cameron came from the same humble backgrounds as you had and knew the struggles of providing for yourself while still trying to live a healthy, regular adult life.

“damn, y/n,” cameron blows air from his lips, pushing forward on the couch after you’ve finished ranting. “i see why your attitude so fucked up.”

you laugh once more, shaking your head as he makes you burst into that full belly laugh that cause your stomach to hurt. “yeah, i try to roll with the punches and brush the shit off, but it gets hard sometimes.”

dipping a fork into the decadent chocolate mousse treat you’d bought a few days ago, cameron brings the fork to the end of his mouth before his pink tongue swipes away the cocoa residue. you weren’t even mad that he’d ransacked your fridge and feasted on a special treat you saved for yourself. you unintentionally clench your plump thighs together at the sight, quickly shifting your head and the conversation elsewhere while attempting to regulate your thoughts.

“do you know where toni is? her location said she was at the trader joe’s down the street, but it’s not loading now.”

“i’m not sure,” cameron clears his throat. “she told me something about stopping at her girlfriend's house to pick up some shit, but i don’t know how long ago that was.”

“mhm,” you nod, allowing the quiet room settle for just a brief second before cameron speaks to you again.

“have you tried smoking or drinking a little something to help get you some relief? you know, my homeboy could hook you up with the good shit.”

“have i?” you chuckle. “i’ve ate edibles and finished entire buzz balls all in the same night just to feel better. that shit does not work and if it does, it doesn’t last very long.”

you needed something stronger—someone stronger.

the tension you felt needed to be exercised out of you. you needed true work to be done, and pungent smelling weed paired with potent alcohol could only help so much. this thing burning within you surged deep down into your system, ruminating for months on end now and you needed someone to help you release it.

it couldn’t always be you taking care of things.

“well, shit, if there’s ever anything you need me to do or figure out for you, i’m right here with you y/n.”

had this been any other time in your very hectic and busy life, the sentence that flowed from cameron’s lips would have been simply words, but it’s on this incredibly freeing evening that you learn the power in expressing yourself.

closed mouths don’t get fed or something like that, right?

“can you actually help me, cam?”

you raise onto your knees, reaching your hand out from where you sit, teal painted fingernails caressing the tips of cameron’s long fingers, softly blinking with your pretty curled lashes when you stare at him.

it startles cameron some—the switch in your tone and demeanor making him curious. he hadn’t known a lot about you, only hearing things from your mutual friend and the little tidbits he’d seen here and there while visiting. he liked this side of you, always thought you were extremely gorgeous yet reserved, causing him to never get a chance to fully approach you.

“yeah, yeah, y/n, what’chu need from me?”

you’re blunt, no longer feeling the need to beat around the bush, as the anxiety of having cameron inside of you seemed far more important than being nervous. you guide his hand higher, slowly dragging the ends of his fingers across your body, where you push further into his touch. you make sure to lay his palm over the supple flesh of your chubby stomach before resting his hand along the curvature of your propped breasts.

“i want you to fuck me, cam.”

to the point at its finest.

“mmm,” cameron moans with lowered eyes, staring darkly at you when you pull down the straps of your white tank top, guiding him in squeezing his hand around the mounds of your bra covered breasts. “yeah? it’s like that, baby?”

“yeah,” you sigh and arch your back with satisfaction. “i want you—i want you so fucking badly, cameron.”

and cameron doesn’t mind letting you take the lead, remaining still in his seat while you allow yourself pleasure with his body.

“you wanna use me, mama? you want me to fuck that stress outta you, girl, want me to get that shit together for you?”

you’re nodding, silently climbing into his lap without hesitation, forcing him to free up space in his opposite hand by setting aside the chocolate mousse he’d been eating, both hands now finding comfort on the ends of your wide hips, where you grind against the growing bulge in his black joggers.

“you gon’ ride me?”

“can you handle me?”

your face is tucked into the crevice of his neck, your plush lips graze along the vein protruding on the left side. it’s a valid question to ask, as you’ve dealt with many a man who couldn’t satisfy you the way you wanted. they either finished too soon due to excitement or thought your body was too much to handle. you needed to know that cameron was willing and able—if he wasn’t he needed to let you know now.

“baby, i got you, are you fucking kidding me.”

you laugh again, soaking in the response cameron gives. your smile is quickly replaced as your eyes close and a contorted expression glides over your face. the pad of your panties dampening when you grind into cameron’s lap harder, causing him to smack down at the back of your ass while you enjoy the pain his rough hand brings.

no oral was exchanged between the two of you, both too desperate to get his thing going instead. a cute, tummy flipping kiss to cameron’s soft lips and you were stretching your pussy over his girthy dick without a second thought.

“y/n, baby,” there’s groaning emitting from cameron’s mouth. but you can hardly hear him, the sound seems so far away as you bounce up and down in his lap, heavy ass drumming onto his muscled thighs, causing a slapping noise to surround through the quiet living room. “y/n—fuck, fuck, ba-baby.”

“cameron…daddy,” you cry while wrapping both arms around the back of his neck, resting your face onto his as you sob loudly. he doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you—how amazing he’s making you feel by allowing you space to fuck him as you please. “cam, your dicks so good, daddy, it’s so fucking good, oooh my god!”

“y/n, baby—that pussy soakin’ me, you making such a fucking mess,” it’s an observation as he speaks out loud, physically feeling your wetness drip down his shaft and balls before finally touching the fabric of the couch.

toni would just have to understand.

you move more. picking up in pace as you wrap your feet behind cameron’s legs, both plump thighs now propped on each side of him, trapping him underneath you. he had nowhere to go, stuck in his seat as you fucked him like a crazy person.

you frown pathetically, hips shivering as you nod your head. you knew what was coming next. you hide away between his neck, hips having a mind of their own now snapping into cameron with deliberate yet powerful force. it brings out the loudest groan from cameron, who’s eyes flutter close with a drawn mouth open. he can’t believe what he feels—luscious breasts brushing against his bare chest with snug walls that hug him like they’ve missed him for ages.

you weren’t kidding about having pent-up energy. cameron didn’t think you were lying, but he certainly didn’t think it was to this extreme. you’d already came twice, and here you were still rocking with force onto his dick, rising over his brick hard shaft before slamming down into his lap once again. he doesn’t have to do a thing—hands vibrating along your sides when you jump on top of him.

“y/n—y/n,” he stumbles over his words, mind going numb when you clench around him like this. he’s close, there’s this flipping flowing around his abdomen, and cameron has never felt something so intense in his life. he’s so very close to cumming and shooting his load directly into you. “y/n, baby, you, i—you gotta fucking get up, you—you gotta get— i’m about to nut, baby.”

“unh, unh,” you deny him. not when you’re this close, not when you’ve worked this hard to get to this point. “nut in me, cam, cum in me, please.”

no condom was one thing—cumming in you was an entirely different world.

“let me, let me—let me get you up—“

you refuse, standing firm on your previous statement, your breathing shoots out in quick bursts. hot and airy along cameron’s cheeks when you keep your eyes pierced to his, vision just as clouded as his currently was.

“cum in me, daddy. want you to cum in me. need you to flood my pussy, baby.”

you can’t talk to him like that—it’s too much for him to take all at once. cameron’s not sure what he signed himself up for, yeah he volunteered to help you out, but he’d never thought you’d be the one to slut him out like this.

his hand reaches for the back of the couch, needing some type of brace as his orgasm approaches and he can surely see you weren’t coming up until you’d completed your mission.

“you’re fuckin’ crazy,” he growls. “you got—you got me in this pussy going crazy.”

he says it with irritation, contradicting the way he truly feels. how much he likes you, your body and the way you like him right back. your full breasts end right before your chubby stomach, and peaked nipples poke directly out at him.

“ahh, fuckkkkk! fuck, shitttt!”

cameron howls as if he’s been wounded, eyes rolling into the back of his skull, jaw trembling as he busts his nut directly into your pussy. spurts of hot semen fill your insides to the brim, while you continue to ride out this chaotic high, fat ass shaking on his dick as you begin to orgasm one final time.

“oh, i’m cumming, i’m cumming, cammmm. don’t move, don’t moveeee, baby.”

you and cameron stay put for a few seconds, heated breathing flowing from the both of you as you attempt to regulate. you unsure of what to think or do next, the muffled words of, “i feel so much better, cam.”

the words flow from your mouth after all is finished, a quick peck pressed to his lips and it takes cameron by surprise, but thoroughly enjoying the affection you grant him. and cameron is just glad he could be of service, exhaustedly wiping a bead of fallen sweat from his forehead.

“you’re welcome, y/n.”

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if i had the time to say all that i was thinking, we’d be here all damn day long.