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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 ⁀➷ 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.

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

thank you doll, i appreciate it!!

as for one of them (i don’t want to say too much rn) but it pertains to a cameron / aaron story with a slightly toxic reader, i want to let the anon know that i am working on that story, but i want to flesh it out some more. i already had plans to write a fic for that kind of plot-line and i want it be a complete kind of thing.

so it’s coming, but give me a little time! it will be well worth it!!

pairing ⁀➷ determined theodore! x ambitious reader!

synopsis ⁀➷ theodore spencer is the thorn in your side, but also the possible love of your life?

song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘the high’ by kelela.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 2.2k || nsfw content, 18+ content, no minors allowed!! work dynamic, enemies to lovers (maybe?🤭) stern reader! playful teddy! drabble—ish, foul language, oral (f receiving), workplace sex.

‘and i’d do anything for the high.’

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thinking about an ambitious reader! & a determined theodore!

ambitious reader! who worked diligently to get the things she wanted. you’d never been one to receive handouts—preferring to gain things the tried and true way. you’d been like this since you were a child, working hard in school to maintain remarkable grades and keeping a good profile with your teachers. things worked out in your favor, always. if it wasn’t yours, it would very soon be.

determined theodore! who preferred teddy, but allowed you to call him by his birth name as he knew you thoroughly enjoyed pissing him off. teddy earned this job through the help of his father. a few special phone calls and he found himself gaining a seat in this prestigious company. teddy never had to work too hard. anything he needed and wanted, came to him with ease.

ambitious reader! showed up to work every morning, on time, without fail. with perfectly pressed and starched blouses and straight legged trousers. thick coils pinned back into an updo style with the help of heat protector and a flat iron, along with a few bobby pins to keep things in place. you were one of the company’s favorite workers. rarely, if ever did any higher ups feel the need to correct your behavior or give commentary about your work ethic. you were able to fax, file and send off paperwork like nobody’s business.

determined theodore! measured up in some ways, unfortunately. crisp ocean scented ties and neatly ironed button ups were a small part of theodore’s wardrobe. the heady smell of his tom ford cologne permeated your senses before he’d even fully entered the work building, making you want to gag each time. you thought he was the biggest idiot and lame in the world, but the others in the work place disagreed, finding his boyish humor and childish pranks endearing somehow.

ambitious reader! and determined theodore! were different in many, many ways. from small things like breakfast orders—a mug full of warm spearmint, ginger honey tea, cup of fresh berries and a turkey sausage, egg white, pepper jack cheese bagel was your idea of a balanced breakfast. while teddy spencer munched on a pack of sugary, white powder donuts from the vending machine after a night of fucking around. and somehow, someway, he maintained a figure you were just a teensy bit jealous of.

the differences appeared in larger ways as well. determined theodore! found almost every woman in this building beautiful, taking his time to flirt and smile at each one while they blushed stupidly at his compliments. ambitious reader! paid the attention no mind. she had her fair share of suitors, but kept her focus on work and home—no in betweens, and not even the provocative theodore spencer could shift her mind.

but you two were also alike in some weird ways. both charming in your own right, able to put on a darling smile and dapper attitude even when things didn’t go exactly as planned. the both of you were also headstrong as hell. it was already known just how much you valued your position in the office, it was only slightly surprising when you learned the same thing about theodore. despite the boost his father had given him, the young man craved the same amount of recognition and validation that had been given to you. he was willing to try just to gain a fraction of what you earned.

determined theodore! finds himself in the confines of your office space long after work hours. everyone in the building has partly gone home, only maintenance workers tidying about, yet you’re still here. teddy wants to ask you out, wants to see if you're down for dinner and drinks, but the stern look on your pretty face, lets him know you weren’t in the mood to play.

determined theodore! doesn’t care, though.

what kind of co-worker would he be if he didn’t focus all his attention on making your life a living hell?

ambitious reader! who isn’t fast enough closing and locking her office door. heatedly, watching as teddy entered her vicinity with a smirk on his thin lips. you already knew why he was here and didn’t care much to engage in conversation with the office’s newest nepo baby.

“it’s late.”

“this, i already know,” you roll your eyes and collect the stack of white paper work from the corner of your desk.

“it’s late and you’re still here, what’s up with that?”

“nothing’s up with it, i’m working, theodore. it’s something you seem too dense to know anything about.”

“too dense?” he repeats.

“dense, dim, dull, dopey, dumb—do any of those ring a bell for you?”

theodore whistles sarcastically, chuckling as he enters the small space further, closing the solid door behind himself. “i can’t be that dense, silly ‘ole me was able to find the mistake in your email earlier without a problem.”

it sets ambitious reader’s! skin on fire. to think that this idiot box is the one to point out the spelling error you made. it absolutely infuriates you, making you want to punch him right in the middle of his chiseled chest, hoping to knock enough wind out of him to keep him from speaking for the rest of the night.

“look, i don’t know what your problem is with me, but i haven’t done shit to you, so i suggest you lea—“

“who said i had a problem with you?”

your laugh is sharp, resembling a heavy inhale when you finish. you roll your eyes and stand from the swivel chair behind your desk.

“you laughing at me?” theodore’s wiry eyebrows pull together as he questions you, irises flickering from your toned legs then up to your face. you’re a fucking goddess and he doesn’t know how much more he could take without pinning you down on this office floor.

“yeah, i am. what are you going to do about it theodore?”

there’s a small moment of silence, “what do you want me to do about it?”

the back of ambitious reader’s! knees bump into the front of her desk. you hadn’t noticed how close teddy was until you were far too late, practically pinned beneath his gigantic frame as he looked down at you. you wished you hadn’t found him so attractive. as badly as you wanted to deny the beauty of this jumbo man, you couldn’t find the strength to do so.

and determined theodore! knows this, finding true satisfaction in the avoidant eye contact you give him. he knows his power and knows that if he wanted to, he could have you in an instant.

“do you want me to leave?”

the tenor of determined theodore’s! voice causes your hands to tremble, pinching the flesh of your outer thigh as you try to regulate. you could not show this man how much he affected you, how being in the same space as him made you think unspeakable thoughts.

“you’re silent,” teddy mumbles, coming to a conclusion as he wraps his hand around your small wrist. “for the first time in weeks, you’re fucking silent.”

and you want to say something, you really do, but you’re not sure if you can even formulate a proper sentence. ambitious reader! prefers not to blow her cover, as making a single sound would cause you to reveal your true emotions. the simplest moan or whimper and theodore would have you right where he wanted you.

the feel of your silky skin beneath determined theodore’s! hand, causes his breathing to stir. he could have any one in this office building, anyone in his growing friend group, yet and still, he only wanted you. there was something so twisted about wanting to be with the one person who hated your guts, but teddy can’t focus too hard on that, especially when you start to rub your ass against the front of his pants.

“how do you look this good in business causal?” there’s a hint of a joke in his voice, but theodore spencer hadn’t meant something so true in his life.

ambitious reader! is unable to stop herself from swirling her hips in a tiny circle, eyes falling closed and mouth parted open as a sound threatens to spill from her lined lips. you can’t truly express the pleasure you take in being held by this handsome devil, as that would make this situation real—it would make your feelings for theodore real and you couldn’t have that happen.

determined theodore! wants to hear you so fucking badly. he knows the sounds you would release could change the trajectory of his entire existence, but you refuse to do so, instead you silently shimmy out of your leather kitten heels and striped slacks. you allow teddy to push your face onto the top surface of the black oak wood desk.

you reveal your sopping entrance to teddy in a quick motion. slim fingers prying away your dampened panties by pulling the cloth to the side, gently sliding a single digit into the oval like entrance. determined theodore! has no problem with being vocal though, groaning softly to himself as he watches you, hand holding the front of his covered dick while it grows hard in his pants.

“you look so beautiful when you’re like this,” he’s whispering out to you, as this moment is too delicate to ruin by rushing or being noisy. “so open and waiting, my fucking goodness.”

caressing the supple flesh of your left ass cheek, determined theodore! does what he knows best and causes chaos. smothering his face into the slick surface of your pussy, holding you open as he feasts upon you. you taste so amazing, a mix of your amber perfume and natural aroma, makes teddy’s hardened dick twitch and drip with precum. and teddy doesn’t feel the need to be quiet, he isn't concerned with potentially being heard or anything of the sort at this time, he’s focused on one thing and that’s making you moan. with a hand that rests on the apex of your lower back, teddy trails his finger towards the entryway of your second hole, where he applies just enough pressure to make you jolt.

it shouldn’t have surprised ambitious reader! but it certainly does, especially when teddy pulls his handsome face away to enter two fingers into her pussy, filling both holes to the brim while he watches in astonishment. tugging in and out in the most pleasingly agonizing way, teddy’s fingers are coated in your clear slick—juices retracting and dripping onto the back and inside of your full thighs as pumps into you.

“oh, fu—,” ambitious reader! has to physically pull her hand over her face to help silence the noise attempting to be heard. you allowed him to taste you, allowed him to fuck you silly with his three fingers, but you refused to allow the pleasure of him hearing you.

“i want it, baby,” determined theodore! whines against the flesh of your hip, biting down on the skin just a bit—only enough to leave small teeth marks. “i want to hear you say my name. can i please hear you?”

ambitious reader! is shivering, legs buckling and knees fighting not to fail as she squeezes her eyes shut and holds a hand over her mouth. you cum with force. muffled gasps breaking free when teddy drinks down the mess you make, kissing against your clit so sweetly until you have no choice but to push him away.

determined theodore! isn’t finished though. he knows you don’t want to exactly have sex with him, but he’s willing to please you in any way. teddy promptly begins to unbutton his pants, pulling them away right along with his white underwear, revealing to you the breathtaking sight of his dick. you have to fold your lips inwards to suppress the sound you want to make. it hurts, but you have a lesson to teach and you do so by splaying your body over the desk, wordlessly pulling teddy closer. you two make a mess, stacks of papers tossed onto the floor, while the focus remains on making the other cum.

“you’re mean,” theodore concludes, throwing his head back while you tug along the taut skin of his big dick, jerking him with such precision that he could fall out right here and now. “you’re—you’re so mean to me.”

“yeah?” you huff, a airy laugh escaping you. “you like me being mean, don’t you?”

determined theodore! can only nod and moan—nod and moan again and again, while slowly following your lead as you brush the leaking head of his dick up against your awaiting entrance. he absolutely revered you being mean to him. you’d been strict and stern with him from his very first day at this job and remained true to your standards, leaving theodore with no choice but to abide by your personal rules. he thinks you and he should switch positions—that you should have the determined title after all the torment you’ve caused him and he should be the ambitious one who stupidly chases after you, but that was just his opinion.

“can i put it in, baby? just the tip, i promise, i fucking promise, baby, i wouldn’t—i wouldn’t rush it.”

ambitious reader! only exhales, stretching her neck as best as possible so she can watch teddy while he begs, grinding his shaking hips against yours in a pathetic attempt to get closer. the outside of his thick dick collides with your sluice pussy, causing the slipperiest noises to arise from you both.

“not yet, teddy, just stay like this.”

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