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^ྀི pairing cameron cade x black fem!reader

^ྀི in which one compliment gets you into some trouble with the star QB.

^ྀི ¡warnings! smut (smidge of plot/buildup). nail tech!reader, college athlete!cameron, angst, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, just mr. cade being nasty.

^ྀི a/n i def based this on the part of quen’s video when she asked if he gets manicures 😭 his reaction after she called him nasty told me EVERYTHING! anywaysss, just had to see if i still got it lol, something sweet while i finish the rest of my drafts. be on the look out for the next week and after..hehe. thank yall for reading (interact pls) and lmk what you think! <3

“do you get manicures? your hands are pretty”

it was a mindless compliment, just something that slipped out in the spur of the moment. occupational hazard. you worked with hands all day long so cuticles and nail beds are the first things you notice about anyone.

you didn’t know him well, or at all really, but you knew enough. cameron cade is practically a campus celebrity. his face is plastered everywhere you look, whispers of whatever rumor of the week involving him leaks from distant conversations. that’s about as far as it got for you

so when he’d claimed the seat next to yours in your contemporary literature class, always as quiet as a church mouse, after weeks of stolen glances his clean, perfect hands had weirdly became something that you took notice of. fixated on.

“your hands are pretty”

cameron’s pen stilled over his page instantly. he almost thought he’d hallucinated the words. today’s lecture faded into nothing but background noise, your honeyed voice was the only thing he cared about,

finally. he thought

the opening he’d been waiting for.

he couldn’t help the slow grin that pulled at his lips.

you caught his attention easily on the first day of class. bright eyed and bubbly, draped in baby pink from head to toe. a walking ray of sunshine with the kind of natural, warm confidence that just makes you so much more attractive. it also didn’t help that you’re fucking stacked. your body looks like it was hand crafted by god herself.

the two of you never really spoke much outside of borrowing pencils or sharing notes—he was afraid of ruining any chance he might have—but cameron knew one thing: he needed you before the semester ended.

his sea green eyes flicked up to yours before dragging down your frame, and his pupils blew wide as he drank you in. entranced doesn’t even begin to explain what you do to him.

“‘preciate it. i been tryna stay consistent” he said lowly, leaning back further into his seat, his tongue gliding slowly over his bottom lip

your pulse spiked when you caught the way his eyes dipped. he was so clearly checking you out, and he wasn’t shy about it

you cleared your throat, huffing a quiet laugh and picking nervously at the hello kitty charms that dangled freely from your square french tips

“well you’re doing a good job. they look better than most people’s,” your gaze dropped to those veiny, well kept hands again before snapping back to his modelesque face

“way better. especially for an athlete”

that did it for him. you’d given him just enough to make ends meet..amongst other things.

but how were you supposed to know that a stupid observation on his hygiene would be the key to open pandora’s box?

you’d learn very, very quickly.

“oh yeah?,” he tilted his head slightly, smirking “sound like you been paying real close attention”

his pen was long gone. forgotten. sidelined at the edge of his notebook while he sat with his toned arms folded over his chest, angled toward you

you stammered “n-no! i just— a giggle slipped through you before you could stop it, “i know nice hands when i see ‘em”

the sweet, melodic sound made his skin hum, and his grin only widened once he realized he could pounce.

“alright then, miss hand expert” he chuckled “since you know what you talking ‘bout, maybe you can do ‘em for me sometime”

conversation flowed easily after that. he’d say something mildly flirty, you’d playfully roll your eyes and pretend to be taking notes

and the moment he caught up to you after class, all six foot something of his muscled, sun tinted frame towering over you, that gleaming dimpled smile and those misty green irises coaxing you back to his on-campus apartment to “just talk some more”,

you were his for the taking.

the pilot episode of jury duty is barely audible beneath your helpless whimpering. not that cameron actually planned on paying attention anyway,

it took no time for him to laugh you right out of your clothes.

which is how he ended up flat on his stomach between your smooth brown legs, one hand planted firm on your thigh to keep you exactly where he wants you. prying you wide open for him to bask in the stunning view of your creamy, soppy pussy clamped tight around his thick fingers, glossy beneath the warm glow of the picture lights hung over the sofa.

“pussy so pretty..so perfect” he rasps shaking his head in disbelief, “wish you could see how fucking good you look right now” the euphoric sound of your juices circling the air as he keeps his pace

suddenly his fingers curl upward digging straight into the ridges of your pleasure point,

you cry a string of curse words as he drills into your button again, and again, coaxing so much slick from you that it’s trickling down his hand

“mmmhm” he hums, zeroed in and focused on the mess you’re making “give me all that shit, mama. fuck” the bulge in his sweats swells. he’s more than satisfied when he feels your warmth tighten around him

a high pitched, elongated moan spills from you. so pathetic that it’s almost embarrassing, “nnggh— ohhh my— c-cameron!—” your breathing stutters as you arch your back off the cushions,

“what’s wrong princess?” he coos softly, a devious smirk on his lips “you love my hands, don’t you?”

“touching you like this? making you feel good? hmm?”

he’s delving deeper, harder, in a slow torturous rhythm that sends a burst of pleasure springing and coiling through your core. too much for you to handle all at once, and still not nearly enough. it just about takes you over the edge

your eyes widen, glassy with tears threatening to fall, “yes! fuck! wait—” you yelp “wait wait—” you’re gasping and palming his broad shoulders attempting to push away, but the grip he has on your leg only tightens.

“mm mm, stop moving” he pauses his wrist mid stroke. the pressure that’s building in the pit of your stomach depletes slowly, and those hypnotic blue green orbs snap up to yours, his voice dipping into something dangerous. “be a good girl for me. you almost there, i can feel it” he holds your gaze while he plants a warm, wet open mouthed kiss on your inner thigh and latches gently to the soft skin

a shaky breath courses through you as you attempt to steady yourself, part of you aching for more of him, part of you so close to the brink that you can’t take it

but you do anyway.

“cam…please” you whimper, your lips pouty and trembling, breathing as torn up as you are. your brows softened into a frown

“i know, baby.” he coos “i got you”

now his fingers are moving again. quicker, more precise. another broken moan rips from your throat, loud enough to break the sound barrier, probably earning nasty looks from his neighbors— your classmates—but he couldn’t care less.

he’s not letting you go anywhere anytime soon.

he rests his cheek on your inner thigh and takes his bottom lip into his mouth, slowly breaking his gaze away from your gorgeous, tear stained face before letting his eyes dip again, and his breath catches in his throat. shit, he almost combusts at the sight

arousal pooling in thick sticky heaps at the base of his fingers every time he curls into you. your pearl swollen and throbbing, your folds glistening with threads of slick. like something out of a painting

he breathes out,

“oh my god, look at you”

you moan an attempt at a response as your head falls lazily to the cushion beneath you, the tremor of your thighs earning a hum of approval

and then a low, desperate moan tears through him, “damn, this pussy dripping all over me,” his jaw falls slack. “can’t tell me you ain’t mine now” he’s moving his fingers up in tighter circles, twisting and curling as far as he can reach, stimulating pressure in all of the right places,

carrying you right into an otherworldly orgasm.

“cameron— you yelp “shit, shit, shit, you’re gonna make me—

your words snag in your throat, overcome by the pitiful, whiny cry that ejects from you. everything fades for a split second, your brain turns to complete mush,

and he’s loving every second. he’s starry eyed, in awe watching you come apart for him. it feels like he has the whole world in his hands

“mhm, just like that,”

“cum all over my hand, pretty”

pairing fwb!teddy spencer x black fem!reader

in which, your filthy rich, longtime fwb takes you on vacation for your birthday.

¡warnings! smut;no plot—just fuckin’!

a/n not edited. another teddy fic ‘cause i feel like he don’t get enough love, i had to make it reallll filthy for the girls 🤭 interact please, all feedback is appreciated! and as always thank y’all for reading! 🫶🏾

you lay comfortably on your side beneath the cabana, cheek resting on your arm as you revel in the villa's breathtaking view—an infinity pool that overlooks the chittering forest below, highlighted by the skyline streaked in soft shades of blue. almost as if it had been painted by hand

suddenly the mattress dips behind you, and you already feel the heat from his eyes as they travel.

"theodore.” you warn

your lips quirk into a knowing smile but of course you don't stop him. you can't

you don’t want to.

“hmm?" he hums, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your bare thigh and another one on your ass cheek before laying beside you and steadying his hand at your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of his shirtless, toned frame.

something about the air in bali made it impossible to keep your hands off of each other. or maybe it was the many lemon drop shots you had indulged in

you'd been going at it like rabbits from the moment you landed. literally. as soon as your bags hit the floor by the front door, he had your clothes torn off right beside them. and before you knew it you were bent over the entryway table, face pressed against the wall, the both of you bellowing curses that rang out through the house as he pounded into you from behind.

and that was just six hours ago.

you’ve touched almost every surface in the place since then

"thought we agreed on a break?" you turn your head slightly with an eyebrow raised, not being able to hide the amusement in your voice and he huffs a laugh, "i don't know what you're talking about. i'm not doing anything" he shrugs, faking innocence before placing his lips on your shoulder blade, tracing up the side of your neck and latching onto your sensitive spot with a wet, open mouthed kiss

"i just can't go too long without seeing your pretty face" he then mumbles lowly into your ear, gently grazing your ear lobe with his teeth "and you know i can't keep my hands off of you, especially while you're in this" he whispers

you gasp at the feeling of his large hand traveling from your waist and slipping beneath your bikini top, groping your breast.

"teddy..the caterers will be here in any minute..." you sigh, eyes fluttering shut.

but despite the slurred protest you lean back further into his touch "that just means we gotta be quick then, hmm?" he hums

goosebumps prick your skin as his lips run along your jaw, after which he connects your mouths with a sloppy, passionate kiss, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip for an opening. evidence of the alcohol still lingering on his breath,

and heavy in his shorts.

he moans deeply into the kiss as your tongues glide in and out of each other's mouths, lips drenched with more saliva each time you retract

pulling the strings of the bikini top free in one quick motion before tossing it behind him and bringing his hand to your bare chest, giving your breast a light squeeze, then breaking away to look at you

"i swear i'll give you the world if you want it, just say the word and it's all yours" he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, blue-green eyes burning hotter than ever with lust, the liquor in his system working overtime it seems

still, you smile up at him "the word."

he chuckles softly before moving back in, hand traveling all over your body, tongues catching and strings of saliva traveling as your mouths move together hungrily

he undoes the string of your bikinis bottoms next, tossing them off of the bed as well. now you lay naked against him

you break the kiss,

“someone might hear us, see us, and the caterers—” you giggle but he just finds your lips again “girl we’re in the middle of the jungle, nobody can hear us” he says in between kisses “and you look way too good for me to give a damn who hears or sees what”

and just like that, you don’t care either.

you slide your hand around into his sandy brown hair, curling your fingers into the strands and pulling him deeper into your mouth, both of you moaning desperately, signaling for more

he fumbles with the waistband of his swim shorts to get them down his legs and hurriedly kicks them off of the bed before gripping your waist and turning you over onto your side, your back pressed against the front of his body

his favorite position to take you in.

he slides his palm beneath your thigh from behind and hoists your leg up closer to your chest, planting gentle kisses along your shoulder, "hold it up for me, baby” he murmurs and you do as told, french tips digging gently into your flesh as you keep your leg up in place

he then slips his hand to your center, thick fingers running through your slick folds before working tortuously against your clit

“fuck,” he breathes, bringing himself closer to your ear, “you want me to take you right here, don’t you?”

his wrist quickens as he taunts you. every stroke of his fingers against your pearl measured, luring you into the point he’s trying to prove. soft moans slip from your lips before you can stop them

“all of that worrying about who sees us, but you’re so fucking wet for me already” his lips move against the skin of your neck like he wants you to feel every word

“p-please” you whimper, heat thrashing wildly in the pit of your stomach from his touch.

“use your words. tell me how you want it” he grazes his teeth over your shoulder, adding pressure as he circles palm. you can barely stand it, and you know he has you right where he wants you.

but you fall in anyway.

“just give it to me, teddy” you whine

and with that came a bass-filled, appeased chuckle that sends vibrations through your whole body, and straight to your growing heat.

“that’s my girl”

he hooks his arm beneath your thigh from behind to pin it up as his thick, curved length slips along your slit once, twice, coating himself in your slick. you press your lips together to cage the moan that threatened to escape

now you feel the pressure of his tip as he slowly breaches your sticky entrance, "shit, (Y/N)" he shudders

his shaky breaths are warm against the skin of your back as he starts again, slowly circling his hips up into you from the side, working himself further into your warmth with each stroke

you both gasp once he fills you up completely, "ohh fuck-" you curse, grabbing ahold of his arm to steady yourself as he speeds his pace digging into your sopping insides with stark precision, each stroke deeper than the last. as if he’s trying to weld himself to you

“i’m so deep in this pussy, you feel so fucking good— mmmm” he purrs breathily into your ear, choking on a moan, trying to stop it from tearing through

you bury your face into the pillow, your moans muffled into the cushion as he churns into the wetness of your pussy, emitting a symphony of gummy, wet sounds. tears welling hot and fast at the sensation

“mhmm, you love that shit huh? talk to me, princess” he grunts “i wanna hear you say it’s mine” he growls into your ear, bucking his hips up harder into you. the force of his thrusts makes your whole body jolt on impact

“say it right fucking now. don’t make me tell you again” he says through gritted teeth, choking back another moan that pitches deep in his throat, his grip beneath your thigh tightening.

“it’s all yours teddy i swear!” a broken sob erupts from your mouth, “all fucking mine, and you better not ever give my shit away, you understand?” he plunges right into your sweet spot, just enough to draw a gasp from you

“ohmygosh yes!” you cry out, throwing your head back into his shoulder

in one swift motion, quicker than you can even comprehend he has you flat on your back, both legs hiked over his shoulders as he rolls his hips roughly into you, ripples of pleasure coursing through your body like a violent wave, your pussy squelching and dripping with each stroke

“my pretty girl,” he’s fixating on your pouty face as he fucks you deeper, digging into every crevice of your syrupy insides he can find “you always look so perfect taking this dick” he moans before lowering himself on top of you and slithering his tongue into your mouth. kissing you slow and filthy

you moan into the kiss, “s-shit teddy i’m s-so close” your hands fly to his muscly arms to anchor yourself, nails sinking into his flesh. heat coiling tighter in your gut.

“yeah? you gonna cum for me? hmm?” he whispers against your lips, pounding so hard the sounds of your skin slapping cuts through the air

sparks begin festering at your core, sharp and electric. tears stream down your cheeks as the penetration becomes too much for you to take

“nnnggghhh yes!—” you gasp for air, eyes rolling as you toss your head back into the mattress, squirming further up the bed.

he lifts himself up and yanks you back down by your waist before he brings both hands under your thighs, pushing them as far forward as they can go to pin you in place

“don’t fucking move. take that shit,” he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, “all of it.” his eyebrows knitted together, drilling every inch into you mercilessly. knocking the wind out of you with each stroke “you’re doing so good baby,” he cooes

and then as if being pulled, the knot in your stomach snaps free and fireworks erupt

“teddy— ohhh fuckk i'm gonna cu—

a thunderous moan rips through your throat, rising from deep in the pit of your stomach, echoing into the air. your fingers grapple the sheets beneath you, spasms taking over your whole body and your vision is blurred with tears that won’t stop welling

“mhmm just like that baby, give it to me, good girl” you whimper as he talks you through your orgasm, coming right behind you. a mixture of your slick and cream plastered on his stomach and pelvis as evidence of your pleasure

“pussy soaking wet” he hisses, the muscles in his abs twitch as he inches closer

you feel him begin to throb inside of you, jaw falling slack as he slows his strokes. you wrap your hand around his neck bringing his face to yours,

“cum in me teddy” you whisper against his parted lips before tilting his jaw and running your tongue along the crease where his neck meets, trailing to his ear “you make me feel so good, you deserve it baby”

“oohh shitt-

his whole body jerks. he brings his lips to yours, eyes fluttering as he kisses you sloppily. "i love you s-so f-fucking— a deep, choked moan escapes from his throat into your mouth, thrusts faltering

he jolts uncontrollably before bucking his hips once more to submerge himself deep into your walls, gasping and whimpering as he empties his load inside of you. his warm seed fills you up to the brim, excess spilling from your center down your thighs and staining the cushion beneath you.

you’re so drunk on sex that you aren’t even thinking too hard about him saying the L word.

that would have to be a problem for another day.

“ blockin’ my call? don’t tempt me

promise i won’t let you forget me. ”

part II, part III

PAIRING married!teddy spencer x black fem!reader

IN WHICH, you abruptly end the year-long affair you’ve been having with theodore/teddy, a married man, and he doesn’t take it well.

CASSETTE Bout Mine - Mariah the scientist

¡WARNINGS! wc 5.6k ➺ lengthy smut!! 18+ MDNI, dark themes, strong language, cheating, manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, physical aggression, suggested sexual situations, body worship, pet names, choking, unprotected sex;p in v, creampie, breeding k!nk

A/N hi lovelies! ‘in his dreams’ part II coming soon ! my first attempt at writing a thriller, it’s one of my favorite genres to read so i wanted to give it a try! this is also my first time writing some smut in a minute (i blushed so hard writing it too LOL) please excuse any mistakes i may make 😭 i had so much fun with it though, let me know what yall think <3

the biggest mistake of your life is him.

at first there was nothing to be ashamed of. just quick glances back and forth at the bar after you'd had a long, fucked up day and needed a drink, or 4, to decompress.

the faint, melodic sound of rain riddling the roof served as a yet another sign that you weren’t supposed to be there. it wasn’t your usual bar of choice, but a client of yours lived on that side of town and needed you to make a house call. you usually didn’t do those, but you figured why not?

you’d know soon enough.

you observe the room. frantic bartender, chatty waitresses moving to and fro, the grating sound of chairs scraping the ground as tables are turned and repositioned, loud, drunken laughter. nothing out of the ordinary.

and then your eyes land on him. he sat a few stools down from you, nursing a glass of brown liquor, he already had a few beers from the looks of it.

the first thing you noticed about teddy was his impeccable posture. it was like he sat with a purpose. sure of himself, solid. dressed down in a long sleeved, navy blue shirt and grey slacks that complimented the color of his eyes perfectly.

your gaze drifts down his thick, muscular arms and stagger at the watch that adorned his wrist

you didn’t know much about men’s jewelry but you recognized that one, seen it on plenty of the male clients you’d represented. it was expensive as hell.

now, you see it. the glint of the gold wedding band he has on his finger. not too flashy, definitely not new

which begged the question: what was a guy like that, married and loaded, doing in a place like this? escapism? you wondered.

but that was your problem, always wondering, always curious about people. wanting to know more. and it eventually got you in a world of trouble.

teddy watched you too.

he was just better at it, much more careful than you. the way he trained himself to be.

each time you lifted the glass to your mouth he stole a glance. unwavering and focused. tracing the curve of your wine red lipstick coated lips as they settled around the rim, the restless tap of your manicured fingers atop the bar, your curls slicked neatly into a puff at the base of your neck.

his curiosity sharpened when he overheard the tail-end of the heated phone call with an associate at your firm that you’d ended with a string of curse words he never knew sounded so good when used together.

he assumed it was a boyfriend, or someone you were dating, he didn’t know. or care

he just enjoyed watching you.

your eyes exposed every emotion that your face tried to hide.

and that was when he decided he’d watch you a little longer.

from then on stolen glances became intentional and precise. timed, almost. gentle smiles became lingering stares. batting eyelashes and hidden blushes. he had you right where he wanted—no, needed you.

now, he went in for the kill.

“you done letting people ruin your night?” he turned to ask, the corner of his lips curving into a knowing smirk, beautiful blue-green eyes glued to yours.

and then it was history.

he was funny, charming. super witty. said all of the right things. so much so that you’d forgotten the married aspect of it all. the type of guy you could talk to for hours and he'd listen, interested in how the words leaving your drunken mouth have shaped you into the woman sitting in front of him,

which eventually turned into numbers being exchanged and late night conversations in his loft a block over.

you knew it was wrong, but you were so in it that by that point the lines of what was right were blurred.

one thing led to another like it always does with these things.

on a gloomy, rainy evening a couple of weeks later you were craving a listening ear. his. and he didn’t hesitate to be there for you.

his large veiny hand resting on your knee to serve as comfort after you both had one too many glasses of wine quickly became your mouths intertwining, and before you knew it your legs were being pinned into the sofa cushion behind your head, foreheads touching while he slowly slid in and out of the sticky mess you made, whispering dirty praises against your lips.

you were so disgusted with yourself after the first time that you avoided him for over a month. he called you almost every day, texted too. all ignored.

and then one day you leave work and he's sitting coolly on the hood of your car, bouquet of flowers in hand. saying everything he felt would make you feel better about the situation. the usual

"we haven’t been happy in a long time"

"we don't even have sex anymore"

"we’re getting a divorce"

then came the expensive gifts being left at your doorstep. flowers routinely delivered to your office. the spontaneous, well thought out dates. the weekend getaways. it was all so perfect.

until you remembered.

and you always remembered.

looking back you don't understand how a woman with the education you have believed any of the lies he told you. maybe because you wanted to

maybe because you really liked (love) him and needed something, anything to make you feel better about the fucked up shit you were doing with this woman's husband.

but none of it matters now, because you ended everything a week ago.

it’s nearing nightfall and you’ve just finished one of your many daily avoidant activities: grocery shopping.

incorporating little domestic things like this into your routine has been helping ease you back to the normal that you’ve missed so much.

the cold, emptiness of your apartment greets you as soon as you slip out of your new balances. you set the bags onto the counter top, digging in your back pocket for your phone and thumb through the notifications you’ve been ignoring all day.

hundreds of missed calls stacked on top of each other, sappy text messages from different numbers, friend requests from fake pages, and work emails buried beneath the chaos. a heavy sigh leaves your lips at the sight.

and then, your phone starts ringing again in your hand. you don’t do anything with it. no answer, no decline, just stare down at the screens glow. hands trembling. skin riddled with goosebumps. silently begging for him to stop, to get tired of chasing you and finally leave you alone for good. the guilt is eating you alive at this point.

he has a wife, a son. a family at home. yet he still threaded himself into your life and refused to let go, even after you’d tried to do the right thing.

now you shuffle down the dim hallway to your bedroom.

you figure you’d shower first and then get dinner started, so you pull a satin night dress and matching panties out of their respective drawers and lay them out on your bed before trudging into the bathroom

the mirror is the last place you look these days. you’re afraid to see what looks back at you, how badly stopping everything has effected you.

and to make it even worse, he still filled every crevice of your mind, even after you’ve told yourself it had to end.

his deep, sultry laugh, him touching you in ways that nobody else had ever done before, the feeling of his pillowy lips quirking into a smile as he kissed you—

you shake your head rapidly, eyes tightened shut. breathing shaky, trying to stop the thoughts before they start. trying not to go back there.

you’re sitting at the edge of your sink now. back turned to your reflection dressed in nothing but a towel, and you watch as the steam begins to wind up into the air above the shower head

finally.

the hot water runs down your spine rinsing away all of the memories that keep looping

you stand there for a while before and after bathing, basking in the warmth of the fog as it wraps around you. you never want to leave. but you do anyway

and you wish you hadn’t.

after drying yourself off and slipping into the plush robe, still avoiding the mirror, you use muscle memory to weave your curls into a low thick braid down your back. then you pause

the soft hum of what sounds like r&b music echoes into your room from the hallway.

you know you didn’t turn anything on, and yes, you and your neighbors occasionally get each others alexa’s mixed up but this isn’t one of those times.

when you step back into your room your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. the music is louder now, and your eyes widen in horror at the sight of the large box of red roses sitting at the foot of your bed.

your whole body shudders.

slowly, you approach the flowers, heart pumping so hard it may burst through your ribs.

and you feel the color drain from your face the longer your eyes linger on the card at the top.

Love U

simple, but charged. it served the purpose he wanted it to.

your fingers dig into the sleeves of your robe, steadying you, and the music keeps playing. filling the apartment like he wants you to know he’s here

you let out a shaky breath before taking a step back from the box and quickly dressing yourself.

the knot in your stomach gets tighter with each step. feet padding softly against the wooden floor of the hallway, and the further you go the louder the music gets.

by the time you get to the entrance of the kitchen your heart is pounding so hard that it hurts. you stop suddenly, blood running cold

he’s standing there.

leaning back against the counter, toned arms bare beneath the white wife-beater, crossed over his chest. his leather jacket is thrown over the chair sitting underneath the island.

he’s relaxed. too relaxed. as if he rehearsed this

so you step closer.

and his eyes set on you the moment you come into view. his jaw is tight, eyes dark, unreadable. not just anger, but something else too. hurt, maybe? it’s horrifying. like the calm before a storm.

the silence between the two of you is deafening.

you don’t know how he got in, or when, but the door hasn’t been forced open. the hinges are in tact, and there’s no signs of breakage at the lock

and then it hits you.

he used a key.

except, you’d never given him one.

the realization makes your breathing catch. skin crawling with fear as the music continues to play, all slow and intimate, patronizing.

the lamps are dimmed, casting a soft glow across the the room while the cities’ lights pour in from the windows, neon signs and passing headlights streaking across the glass

you gulp, wrapping your arms around yourself as comfort

“what are you doing here?”

his eyes drag over you, buffering at your legs and quickly snapping back up to yours “i’ve been calling you. for days, (Y/N).” he says, voice smooth and low but controlled, like he’s holding on to it “i didn’t want to talk, still don’t” you say back, barely above a whisper.

he scoffs quietly and shakes his head at you, a disbelieving smile on his face

“so you leave me with nothing but a stupid ass message saying you’re done with this—us—and i’m supposed to what?,” he unfolds his arms and places his hands flat on the counter behind him “leave you alone? like i don’t deserve a conversation?” he asks, head tilted at you, anger slowly slipping into his voice beneath the forced calm.

you laugh in shock. it’s like he can’t hear how crazy he sounds. that along with the theatrics, he’s clearly missing something.

“i don’t owe you anything, theodore.” you shoot back “you’re married.”

the room goes still as soon as it falls from your lips. a long silence stretches between the two of you, and his eyes never leave you for a second. he’s thinking, hard.

and then he reaches behind him for his phone, sliding his finger around on the screen which in turn stops the music from playing, the sudden silence somehow becomes way too loud.

“you knew that.”

the words cut like a knife, but he was right. you did know. and still, you can’t help but grimace at him

“and i ended it, right? but now you break in here— “i used a key,” he cuts you off firmly with an eyebrow raised, hand held up, correcting you as if that’s any better

“and you don’t get to play it like that, like this is all on me. like you didn’t call, or let me in.” he says, voice tight

“that doesn’t mean you force yourself into my place after blowing my phone up from all of these different numbers, making fake pages, then leave flowers on my bed while i’m showering to scare me like we’re in a fucking movie!” you snap at him, arms flailing wildly at your sides. meanwhile his expression is unwavering, ice cold

terrifyingly smug.

and then he shrugs. like none of what you just said is a big deal “i wasn’t trying to scare you.” he says calmly “i knocked. you didn’t answer, and i needed to see you.” which earns a scoff from you

“so what?! i shouldn’t be dealing with this after clearly telling you it’s over.” he exhales slowly from his nose, eyes closed as if he’s trying to rein himself in before pushing off of the counter toward you and you take a step back, head angled at him with wide eyes, nose flared, warning him to back off.

he notices your reaction to his sudden movement and stops his advance “you didn’t give me a choice.” he says pointedly “i fucking love you and you cut me out like what we have doesn’t mean anything” his voice cracks a bit. he’s more hurt than you expected him to be.

but you scoff again, shaking your head at him

“you don’t love me, you loved being able to escape from your real life. i was nothing but a break to you.” his jaw tightens at the venom in your words. nose flared, eyes darkening more than they already were, like a switch is flipped.

he closes the distance between you in three strides, and you back up just as quick but not quick enough, because now his hand is wrapped tightly around your neck, and you’re pressed up against the wall. trapped.

“don’t ever say that to me again.” he snarls “this was-is real. you feel it too,” he says through clenched teeth, forcing you to look up at him, so close you can practically feel the heat radiating off of him. you gasp for air, eyes wide, fingers grabbing at his for a chance at relief

his eyes manically search yours for any hint of mutuality. grip tightening “i know you do. look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t,” his voice drops dangerously low, almost taunting “say it.”

your throat burns with every attempt to breathe, you pull and scratch frantically at his fingers, desperate for air

and then, something in him snaps, and his grip stutters

his gaze drops to your parted mouth, then back to your terror-filled eyes and he lets out a shaky breath “fuck” he says mostly to himself, shock spreading across his face, grip loosening, and then he releases completely “shit, i didn’t mean to-” he gulps, “i just— i can’t lose you.”

you gasp heavily at the feeling of air filling your lungs, breathing choppy, chest heaving up and down. tears blurring your vision as they spill over

“t-teddy, why-..how could you..” you manage to whisper in between sobs, voice hoarse “i know,” he murmurs with softened eyes, regret laced into his tone now “i know, im so sorry, baby” he presses his forehead to yours, shaking his head

“i shouldn’t have touched you like that, im so sorry”

his hands leaves your throat and slides to your jaw instead, his thumb brushing your tear stained cheek.

he places a kiss on your forehead, and then your nose, and hovers his mouth above yours, moving in and retracting, as if he’s waiting for you to give him the green light

you gulp hard, your eyes never leaving his

“what are we doing, teddy..” you say softly

“just be here with me, one more time” he’s tracing your lips with his now, teasingly “please” he whispers, almost begging

and then, you fall right back into him.

the kiss is soft at first, full of hesitation, you barely let your lips meet his

and then it deepens. slow and careful, and you hate how easily your body ignores the fear and the panic that lingers in your chest,

your cheeks burn with shame. because despite your throat still aching and your lungs still sharp with every breath, you melt into him.

your mouths move in perfect sync as they always do, his hand slowly travels your bodice, running along every dip and curve etched into your frame before he slides his palms around the back of your thighs and digs his fingers into the soft flesh beneath the crease of your ass, pulling you closer than you already are

you run your hands along his arms and then into the sandy brown bushel of his hair that you love so much, grabbing handfuls and snaking your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. his low moan vibrates against your lips

he slips his hand beneath your thigh and hikes your leg up over his hip, pinning you to the wall, his mouth completely engulfing yours and the huge bulge in his pants pressed up against the growing heat between your legs.

the hem of your night dress has risen above your hips now, exposing your periwinkle underwear. "body’s so perfect" he breaks the kiss and hums against your cheek, gripping and caressing your thick thighs

"everything about you is perfect" he grumbles as he traces his lips up your jaw before going back in for more, kissing you slow and gentle. making up for lost time.

you soften under his touch. the way his fingertips gently graze every inch of your skin sends chills down your spine,

and then you remember. because you always remember.

“wait” you say breathily into the kiss, earning a desperate groan in response "we— you pull away, resting your head against the wall “we can’t” you say, chest rising and falling quickly from the heat building between the two of you, fingers still curled into his tresses.

beyond hungry for him but reluctant to take it any further. trying to keep yourself from crossing lines you know you shouldn’t anymore. you can’t.

his gaze is locked onto you, eyes dark and desirous. "we can, baby. it’s just us" he says, brushing his lips against yours with heavy breaths, “let me show you how much i missed you” he places a gentle kiss to your lips and your pulse quickens. something like electricity runs through your body

he grazes a thumb over your hardened nipple through the satin fabric with one hand and rests the other at the curve of your waist where your leg meets his, pulling your hips in circles against his pelvis, watching your face contort in pleasure at the friction, lowering his mouth to your ear “i love making you feel good, princess” he whispers and you sigh, eyes fluttering shut

trailing kisses along the side of your neck, he latches his lips onto the sweet spot that he knows all too well, dragging a whimper from your lips at the feeling of the wet, warmth of his mouth suctioning your skin.

you want him so bad it hurts. and you know you shouldn’t.

he yanks the straps of your dress down your shoulders and hungrily places sloppy wet kisses along your collar bone and down to your chest, finally making contact with your breasts which earns a sharp gasp from you

you drag your short acrylics along the nape of his neck, cradling his head and squeezing your eyes shut as he suckles on both, slowly, sensually, cupping each one into his mouth at a time, circling your nipples with his tongue.

he presses his lips gently against your abdomen, right beneath your breasts and looks up at you before gripping underneath your thighs and hoisting you up onto his waist, you instinctively lock your legs around him as he walks you toward the couch, setting you down gently at the edge.

your hands travel along his back, still winding your hips against him and he hisses, hard as a rock at this point. without hesitation he pulls the dress down your torso, slides an arm beneath your lower back lifting you up to slip it down your legs and tossing it away in one swift motion, so eager to see you.

all of you.

his eyes drift down to your center and he may as well be drooling the way he’s looking at you,

he trails a hand down your bare skin, massaging your pussy through the dampened lace panties and a shaky sigh falls from his lips at the sight of your pouty face. he hooks a thumb into your panties’ string, moving them over before slowly trailing up the slippery wetness of your slit and rubbing gentle circles against your throbbing pearl. the stickiness of your pussy echoes throughout the eerily quiet living room

he shuts his eyes tightly "so fucking wet," a low moan escapes his mouth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth

"i can’t wait to feel you”

now he’s hooking his hands beneath your knees and pulling you further along the couch before curling his fingers into the waistband of your panties and ripping—yes, ripping your underwear off of your body, earning a gasp

"teddy!" you whisper yell “i’m not wasting another second,” his hands find your chin, and he brushes his thumb over your lips “my pretty girl” he stares down at you for a while before retracting to get undressed

you watch him shyly as he pulls the wifebeater off first, the definition of his abs has you squeezing your thighs together. his body is a work of art.

then he removes his sweatpants, and the briefs beneath and his hard dick springs free, your eyes fixate on it like it’s the first time.

precum drips from his pretty, brown tip and the curve of his long thick shaft has you mesmerized.

before you can get a word out he shoves you back gently and climbs on top of you, using both hands to push your thighs forward

he's watching you as he strokes himself, sliding the head up and down your slit. his jaw falling slightly

“tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you” he says, reaching for your waist and pulling your hips along the length of his shaft, you whimper at the feeling of him sliding himself in between your sticky folds, teasing you “i-i want it” you say and he curses under his breath “you want what baby? use your words for me”

“i want you to fuck me, stop teasing” you whine,

the words barely leave your mouth before he’s lowering himself on top of you.

he rests his forehead on yours, positioning his tip at your entrance and steadily guides himself into your warmth

you gasp into each others' mouths simultaneously as he goes deeper, stretching you out, your warm syrupy insides contorting to hug him just right "shit, girl" he breathes out huskily "mmmhmm" you moan, snaking your arms around to his back and pulling him closer, his body shuddering once he's fully inside of you

he starts slow, thrusts stuttering as your walls tighten around his length

"oh my gosh" you exasperate, tossing your head back into the couch cushion and grabbing at his muscly arms to ground yourself.

he places open mouth kisses up your jaw before sliding a hand around the nape of your neck, forcing your head down to his eyes, "don't look away from me. i need to see that pretty face" he says against your parted lips, tilting his head slightly and snaking his tongue deep into your mouth, making out slowly

he lifts himself up a bit, continuing to slowly grind and thrust his hips in circular motions into you, latching a hand onto your breast and gently squeezing as they bounce on impact, your soft moans like music to his ears.

"so fucking beautiful taking this dick" he breathes, speeding his pace a little "please don't stop" you squeak,

somehow you feel him get even harder inside of you.

he repositions himself on top and pushes your thighs back, using them as leverage, watching his dick glisten from the thick coat of your juices as he slides in and out of your pretty, creamy pussy, admiring the mess you've made all over him "look at what you did, you hear that? you get so wet for me" he grunts into a moan, going faster

he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls you into each stroke, driving you wild, warm tears roll down your cheeks

he pushes himself further into you, and you cry out at the feeling of his tip hitting your spot

he wraps a hand around your throat before bringing your face to his

"you really thought i would give you up that easily? hmm? you know this shit is mine, and you better not ever disappear like that again, you understand me?" he growls into your ear, breathing ragged and heavy against your skin, "y-yes, mmmm" you whine, trying to catch your breath

"yes what?" he asks sternly, thick fingers pressing gently into the flesh beneath your jaw

"yes daddy!" you cry out

"good girl" he praises, smirking down at you, bringing you even closer, he groans against your parted lips before attacking them, tightening the grip he has on your neck and tangling your braid into his fingers to anchor himself

he whispers sweet nothings against your lips, grinding slower, harder, intertwining your fingers with his above your head.

"mmmm fuckk" you whine, eyes fluttering closed heat coiling low in your gut from the penetration, he smirks, "hold it baby, i know you can" he breathes out, as if he can sense a climax coming

he angles himself sideways, going even deeper, and it feels like he's trying to dig into your soul

you moan into his mouth

he’s hitting exactly where he needs to, his thrusts are so precise. like he knows your body inside and out.

and you’re sure he does.

"t-teddy" you're gasping for air. he brushes his lips onto yours before giving you the nastiest, sloppiest kiss ever

"i love you so much (Y/N), this pussy s-so fucking good" he moans into the kiss, his breathing shaky, you grab at the plush cushion beneath you, mouth agape, the pressure in your lower stomach roiling and churning like an angry river into a dam that's getting ready to break, walls tightening around him

“you ready to cum for me? hmm? " he purrs

and then the dam fucking explodes

you cry out loudly, not caring who hears you, releasing all over him. the warm liquid spilling everywhere.

"shitttt,” he hisses, “just like that, cum all over this dick" he keeps thrusting, mouth agape as he watches your pretty pussy drip like a broken faucet, squelching with each stroke "such a good girl. it’s all yours, baby" he says huskily,

his length begins to throb inside of you and his strokes get sloppier and less controlled, his breathing picking up and eyebrows pulled together

you place a hand on his lower abdomen attempting to push him out before he cums, but he immediately grabs it and pins it down to your thigh, tightening the grip he has on you, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.

"mm mm,” he grunts, shaking his head “this is forever, and i'm making sure of that." your eyes widen at the realization that he's not going to pull out. he's not going to stop, not like he usually does..

and then you feel him twitch inside of you, he parts his lips, jaw falling slack, eyes rolled to the back of his head "t-teddy don't-you almost beg, using your free hand to push harder at his stomach but he's already there "oh my f-fucking—nngghhh" a deep, guttural moan escapes from his throat as his body jerks on top of you

he groans, pushing himself as deep as he can go into your warmth, fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place as he fills you up with the thick, creamy nut that you milked out of him, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm seed infiltrating your walls, shock and horror decorating your face beneath the pleasure

he stays inside for a while, aftershocks still coursing through him. and then finally, slowly, he removes himself before laying flat on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses at your collarbone.

you both lay there. breathless, speechless

until

"i just have to make sure you don’t leave me again.” he lifts his head up to look down at you, still panting, “i can’t live without you" he says, tracing a thumb lazily against your cheek

"...you shouldn’t have done that.” you whisper, anger simmering “it’s too reckless. all of this is. you have a family-" "shhh, it's okay baby. i'll take care of you,” he cuts in as he trails a hand to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles over your skin, “our family." he brings his lips to your forehead.

then lowers himself to your ear

"but if i find out you've done anything to stop it, and i promise i will," his tone is low and dangerous now. like a warning

"you won't like what happens next." he places a kiss at your temple, holds your eyes for a few seconds as if to burn the promise into your mind before climbing off of you and scavenging for his clothes that have been scattered.

your breathing hitches

did he plan this? is that why he came to ‘talk’ ? to trap you?

and you were stupid enough to fall right into it.

your mind is running a million miles a second as you quietly try to figure out your next move.

he steps into the briefs and turns back around to face you, scanning you up and down as you lay naked and trembling on the couch, the back of your throat burning from the tears beginning to well

“i’ll get dinner started,” he says sweetly, yet another switch flipped, fumbling with his shirt before pulling it over his head “you just relax, okay?” he’s still eyeing you. looking for a response that you can’t give him. the words refuse to leave, and all you can do is nod

he’s fully dressed now, and you’re still frozen in place. he bends to grab the night dress off of the loveseat before stepping closer to you and pulling you upright. he then helps you back into it, no words, just silence between you. the only sound filling the room being the faint sound of your sniffles and uneven breathing

a year ago you would have laughed if someone told you this was the reality you would be facing. but deep down, you knew sneaking around with someone’s husband was never going to end well.

and part of you can’t help but wonder if maybe this is what you deserve.

‘bout mine part II

“ what do you know? i’m right back where i was before

but i’m not alone, you say “take my hand” and we go.”

PAIRING married!teddy spencer x black fem!reader

IN WHICH, teddy is determined to get back into your good graces—even if he has to force himself there. he isn’t letting you go without a fight, especially after the big news.

CASSETTE 3:16 AM - jhenè aiko

¡WARNINGS! 18+ MDNI, no smut!! this part leans more into the thriller aspect of the story. dark themes, strong language, cheating, manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, toxicity

A/N listening to music is beyond helpful when writing, this song gave me so much motivation for this chapter. it perfectly captures the intensity of the situation, and the fear, anxiety, and how conflicting everything is for Y/N, i knew it would be perfect as a reference. it’ll only get crazier from here 🙂‍↔️ please leave feedback y’all! i appreciate everyone’s support thus far it means so much to me <3

tags: @mbjswife

eight weeks.

it’s been eight weeks since theodore showed his hand.

he’s been by a lot. using gifts as currency in exchange for forgiveness but you haven’t budged. and funnily enough that’s only made him more persistent, patient even

shoes, clothes, bags, an upgrade on your car. he’s even made you an authorized user on his credit card.

and still, you haven’t even cracked a smile in his direction after that night.

you drown yourself in your work these days. it’s a great distraction from everything else. you’ve felt so out of control that you had to cut your hair in an attempt to take your power back.

now, you’re waiting.

nine weeks.

that’s what’s filled in the blank on the pregnancy confirmation form.

you haven’t been able to steady your pulse for a while, not since your gynecologist came back into the room, all smiles and ‘good news’.

your eyes trace every square inch of the room in an attempt to calm yourself down

white paneled walls

pink curtains

four grey wooden cabinets, two metal trash cans

grey exam chair

and then, you see it. the poster plastered on the wall closest to the floor to ceiling window. colorful, graphic sketches depicting each month and trimester of pregnancy.

that’s what gets you up and moving.

tears brim your eyes as you quickly gather your keys and the documents that’ve been given to you into the respective folder and throw it into your purse before yanking the door open and slipping into the hallway.

echoes of laughter and warm goodbyes fade into the background as you exit the building, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands and quickening your pace to avoid anymore social interaction

you release a long, shaky breath as soon as you step out onto the sidewalk, eyes tightened shut, pacing back and forth a little as you rack your mind for any idea of what you’re going to do.

and then your phone rings.

you bring your sleeve to your eyes and wipe the tears from your cheek, digging through your purse for the vibration, once you retrieve it you shake your head at the name that drags across the screen

“yes, theodore.” you say flatly, you hear a faint click in the background before his voice fills your ears

“hey baby, where are you? i haven’t heard from you since last night. been a little worried”

you roll your eyes, staring up into the sky.

“um, i’m home. laying in bed.” you lie, he didn’t need to know where you were. you had to be smart about this.

there’s a brief silence, a little shuffling and then another click, louder this time

“everything okay?” the concern in his voice makes you soften a bit, but you quickly shake your head to drag you out of it. he doesn’t deserve soft. not anymore

“everything’s fine.” you say sternly “i have to go- “it isn’t.” he cuts in “when did we start lying to eachother, (Y/N)?”

your whole body stiffens. the way he says your name, the accusatory tone, it’s as if he lured you into a trap, just to catch you in a lie

“what are you talking about?” you snap, fingers tightening around the phone

he hangs up without a response.

you pull the phone from your ear slowly, staring at the screen until it goes dark, and then it vibrates again. except it’s a text this time

Theodore.

Stay there

your heart drums in your chest, on instinct you lift your head,

and your stomach tightens.

there he is.

on the opposite side of the street leaning against the grey metallic bmw x6, shades on, arms crossed. already looking back at you.

he pushes off of the car door and starts in your direction

your pulse quickens with each step

“what are you doing here?” you say as soon as he comes into earshot, he removes the glasses before stuffing them into the pocket of his pants

“you said you were home.” he stops in front of you “didn’t know i had to report my every move to you.” you retort, venom in your voice. he sighs and a small smile tugs at his lips

“you don’t, but why lie?” he says almost tauntingly, tilting his head, you heart is hammering through your chest now

you gulp

“did you follow me?” you counter, your eyes travel everywhere but to his, getting a good look at your surroundings to be sure there’s enough people around.

“i checked on you,” his gaze flicks to the clinic doors behind you and back to you just as quick “not the same thing.”

silence falls over the two of you for a moment. so suffocating that it feels like walls are closing in on you. his brows furrow as he searches your face for something. like he’s trying to piece everything together. and then, terrifyingly, his eyes drop to your stomach for a split second.

his expression softens

“you okay?” he asks quietly, moving in a little closer, you back away all the same

“i’m fine.” he smirks “mm. you sure?” he reiterates, that stupid look of amusement still on his face

“stop questioning me. move” you say bitingly. his jaw tightens, but he doesn’t seem angry. not yet.

you go to maneuver around him but he steps into your path, placing a hand gently on your elbow, his eyes catch yours as the singular word leaves his mouth.

“come.”

he doesn’t leave any room for objection, he firmly latches onto your arm and slides his hand to the small of your back before falling in step beside you “teddy.” you warn, attempting to pull away but he just pulls you closer

“don’t make a scene.” he lowers himself to your ear and continues guiding you toward his car “im not going anywhere with you. let me go” you grit lowly but he opens the passenger door anyway

“get in.”

it isn’t a question, or an ask, he says it as if it’s final. like he isn’t taking no for an answer. your eyes frantically search the area, watching as people move to and fro. you don’t want to make a spectacle of yourself, but you still hesitate, and his eyes stay on you the entire time

your jaw tightens, nose flared, but you slide into the seat without another word.

as soon as the door closes the lock clicks and he jogs around to the drivers side.

you don’t speak to him while he drives, just stare out of the window, arms folded tightly across your chest, nerves consuming you

and then he breaks the silence that fills the car.

“you gonna tell me what you were doing there?” he asks, eyes burning into the side of your face “my yearly check up. since you’re so concerned.” you lie easily.

“mm.” he hums with a slight head nod

silence again.

and then his hand finds your thigh, giving it a light squeeze

“i love you, (Y/N). so much. maybe too much.” he says lowly, shaking his head at himself as he continues down the road.

you don’t respond. just sink further into the seat

he’s pulling into a residential area you don’t recognize.

the homes are huge, as well as the land each one sits on top of.

but this isn’t where he lives, it’s not the home he shares with his family, so what are you doing here?

“where are we?” you question as you lean up to get a better view out of the windshield “you’ll see.” he says, a glint in his eyes

you study the gorgeous neighborhood as he drives further. expensive cars line the street, a lake and docks, some with boats and jet skis tied to them, are at the center, there’s even a playground for gods’ sake.

finally, the car stops. and you’re even more confused than you were before

“come on.” he says gently, “it’s okay, i promise.” he grazes the back of your hand with his thumb. you hold his eyes for a while, searching for any hint of insincerity before looking back at the humongous house he’s parked in front of, reluctantly grabbing the door handle and climbing out of the car

upon entering the house, the first thing you notice is the smell. fresh paint, wood, the faint scent of cleaning product. it’s new.

and it’s beautiful.

high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows line the wall furthest from the from door, and a stone fireplace sits in the middle of the room

you’re looking around, trying to steady your breath but it’s seemingly impossible. every inch of this place is decorated with intention and precision, and a realization you don’t want to face washes over you.

“theodore, why did you bring me here?.” you inquire, gut twisting as you slowly turn to face him

“because you need to see it” he says simply, as if it’s something you should already know. your throat tightens “for what?. what is this?.” your tone is more stern now

“it’s yours.” he shrugs, like he didn’t just drop a fucking nuclear bomb on you

your eyes widen. almost popping out of your head. this can’t be real

he then pulls the nike hoodie over his head and tosses it over the chair before maneuvering around the dining table and scavenging inside of the drawer

your heart drops even further when you see the boxes he has in his hands once he turns back around.

pregnancy tests.

“can’t be too sure, so i got a few. hm.” he nudges them in your direction and you scoff

“what? no. this is insane” your arms fold over your chest, voice trembling “you can’t just-

“tell me i’m wrong then.” he cuts in, dropping the boxes onto the table with a hard thud before inching toward you

your breathing catches when he’s finally within arms reach.

“first you go behind my back and buy a house, now you’re going to what? force me to take a test?” you ask, voice cracking. your stomach is practically in knots now.

“i’m not forcing you,” he moves in, resting his hand at your waist, rubbing gently against the exposed skin “but i do have all day.” he says before placing a kiss on your forehead

you try to use your better judgment and hold your tongue, but the words are leaving your mouth before you can stop them

“except you don’t. you have a family, remember?”

you can tell that gets to him.

his jaw tightens, and he exhales slowly. doesn’t say a word, just releases you from his grasp and turns on his heels heading back toward the table

your heart beats faster, palms sweaty

“the bathroom’s down that way, where the light’s coming from.” he says softly, eerily calm, nudging his head toward the lengthy hallway. he takes the boxes into his hands

“theodore,” you crack “im not doing this.”

he turns back around to face you with unwavering eyes, doesn’t argue. just stares

and then he’s inching toward you again

he grabs your hand and places both boxes into your palm, eyes never leaving yours. as if he’s trying to make a point.

“go,” he says gently “i’ll be here waiting.”

“i said no.“

he tilts his head at you, eyes narrowed

“you’re scared, aren’t you?” he asks, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

“no, i’m pissed.” you snap at him and he fully smiles now, sending a chill crawling down your spine “same thing.”

you laugh under your breath. he’s unbelievable. all of this is unbelievable, and yet he’s sitting here with the most evil smirk on his face, like this is exactly what he wanted. what he planned.

“you’re sick” you finally say

“and you’re pregnant.” he shoots back immediately, as if he knows for a fact

the room stills. the word lands so heavy you can’t even find a response right away, your chest gets tighter with every second that passes.

“i didn’t say that” you mutter, averting your eyes

“you didn’t have to. you don’t end up at a women’s clinic on accident”

silence, again.

“i told you it was an annual- “stop. go take the tests.” he cuts in sternly, patience clearly running thin

“what if i don’t?” you shoot back and he shrugs “then we can sit here all night.” he says

you curse under your breath before pushing past him and heading down the hallway

the bathroom is unused. immaculate. just like the rest of the house. you close and lock the door behind yourself upon entering, and release a shaky breath before fumbling with the boxes

the timer is set, tests are laid out on the counter and you pace the floor. like you don’t already know the answer that awaits you.

you shut your eyes tightly before looking down at both sticks.

positive.

it’s like seeing it for yourself makes things more real. more terrifying.

and then a soft knock sounds off at the door

“hey,” his voice is muffled through the wood “everything okay?”

you don’t answer. he’s quiet for a few more seconds

your throat is burning, tears welling all over again

“i’m coming in.” he finally says

the handle turns despite the fact that you locked it but you should have known as much. the door pops open and he steps inside, immediately reaching for the tests and examining them both.

there’s a heavy silence. you wrap your arms around yourself, tears streaming down your cheeks now

and then he looks up at you through the mirror.

eyes soft, eyebrows pulled together. an unreadable expression on his face. like worry, but happiness, and also confusion

“say something.” you press “i’m thinking.” he retorts, still gazing at you in the reflection, and then suddenly he turns around to face you, sitting at the edge of the sink

“if i didn’t follow you today, would you have told me?”

you don’t respond.

his jaw tightens, but his voice is steady

“right.”

you step away from him, putting much needed space between you two

“i need time. i have to think. this is too much” you shake your head and a sob leaves your lips before you can stop it

“i know you do,” he says softly, you almost sigh in relief

until

“that’s why we’re staying here tonight” he adds. you whip around to face him again, anger flashing beneath the tears

“we?” you reiterate “i didn’t agree to that.”

he reaches out to touch you, resting his hand at your hip, a thumb grazing your lower stomach. goosebumps prick your skin from his touch

“you can’t go anywhere like this. you’re too emotional” he says, speaking for you, like you’re not a grown ass woman who can decide whether or not you’re ‘too emotional’

“i don’t need you to decide anything for me. i’m not a child” he blinks “yeah, well you’re carrying mine.” that stings you a little

you pull away from him, chest heaving up and down

“i’m sorry, im sorry. i shouldn’t have thrown that at you like that.” he rubs a hand down his face “just stay with me for the night, please? we’ll talk about this in the morning”

3:16 am

is what the time on the bedside clock says.

you’ve barely slept a wink since the two of you came up to bed after a quiet, tension-filled dinner.

meanwhile, teddy sleeps sound. comfortable as ever. an arm outstretched beneath your head, hand resting on your stomach. and weirdly, annoyingly, it’s .. comforting. but that doesn’t change anything for you.

you still have to go.

you slide his hand off of you, slowly, carefully, checking that he isn’t waking with every movement

and then you sit up

your heart is pounding so loud you can hear it in your ears.

you quickly gather everything of yours you came with. phone, purse, shoes. trying to be as quiet as possible, to make a clean exit.

the door opens gently, and you’re halfway into the hallway,

then—

“what are you doing?” his deep voice cuts into the darkness of the room, sleep still threaded into it

you stiffen

“i’m leaving.” you say simply, and the sound of the bed shifting follows soon after

“it’s three in the morning, (Y/N).” he stresses “i don’t care.” you watch as he swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands, meeting you at the door “you need some rest, come lay down with me” he reaches for you but you snatch away “no, i need to leave.”

you try to pass him but he shifts, blocking your path

“teddy, get out of my way.” you say, voice tight, anger beginning to simmer

“no.”

“you’re not about to trap me here.” you spat, voice beginning to raise “i’m not trapping you, you’re just panicking. sit down, please” he says, still holding on to the calm

“i’m panicking because you’re acting fucking crazy.”

he sighs heavily

“it's late. you're tired. i don't wanna fight, just come back to bed." he pleads, reaching for you again, but this time you don't move, you let him pull you into his solid figure, fingertips brushing both sides of your waist

“i’m scared, teddy” you finally admit, lip trembling, arms falling lazily to your sides.

you weren’t just scared for you, no. you were scared for this child. you were scared that you wouldn’t be strong enough for them, for the both of you.

you don’t have much family besides your estranged mother, which, now that you think about it would explain a lot of things.

“i know, baby. look at me” he whispers, cupping your face into his hands. still managing to find your eyes even in the dark

“i’m not going anywhere, okay? we’re gonna figure all of this out. together.” he says, and that’s what scares you the most. but even with the fear, your body betrays you, and you’re easing into his hold. as if it recognizes safety before your mind can stop it.

the both of you stand there longer than you mean to, tangled in one another’s embrace, his hand slides up and down your back in slow, comforting strokes, the faint hum of the air conditioning breathing into the room, drowning out all of your thoughts.

‘bout mine part III

“ first I blame you, then I want you. fucking hate you,

then I love you. I can't help myself, no ”

PAIRING married!teddy spencer x black fem!reader

IN WHICH, teddy makes a shocking revelation that undoubtedly shifts the tide between the two of you, not by much but enough.

CASSETTE Waves - Normani & 6lack

¡WARNINGS! 18+ MDNI, smut! dark themes, strong language, cheating, manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, toxicity, angst, yearning, push&pull, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, handjob, oral!f receiving

A/N ‘in his dreams’ III coming soon! feeding yall on this good saturday afternoon 🙂‍↕️ you definitely can’t have too much fun without some chaos 🍵 ! stuck between doing 2 more parts or just doing one big finale with 2 parts condensed into one, thank you guys for reading <3

the next morning got off to a quiet start. teddy gave you the space you’ve been asking for. not pushing, but never too far away. it seemed to work

until it didn’t.

he climbed out of bed first, placing a kiss on your head before going downstairs to cook breakfast. after dragging yourself into the connected bathroom and getting your day started, you followed suit.

he ate at the dining room table and brought your food out to you on the back porch, planting another kiss to your head before leaving you be again. you’d been sitting in the hammock chair with your legs pulled to your chest, watching as the sun slowly creeped up into the sky.

despite the much needed comfort he’d given you the night before you’re still pissed about the situation he’s gotten—forced you both into. you spent the remainder of the night thinking, rationalizing. planning.

you slipped back in through the sliding glass doors and into the kitchen, placing your empty dishes into the sink and rinsing your hands before heading for the stairs.

out of instinct your eyes drifted to teddy, watching as he pushed his food around on the plate in front of him, a far away look in his eyes

and still, you headed upstairs without a word.

you did a little exploring on the second floor. quietly padding around and peering into each room.

you were too angry to notice or care about anything other than needing to leave last night, but the deeper you went the more you realized that not only did he get you a house built from the ground up,

it’s your dream house.

everything you’ve ever mentioned about your ideal home had been etched into the place.

a sauna, a room for pilates and yoga, even a fucking library amongst many other things.

you were slowly tracing your fingers along the pages of the thesaurus displayed on the desk beneath a lamplight when he walked in.

“how are you feeling?” his voice was low and careful, but you were still startled by the sound nonetheless

he noticed.

you spoke without facing him

he noticed that too.

“i’m okay.” you respond quietly, eyes still burning into the pages but none of the words computing. you were too distracted by his presence

he doesn’t say anything but you hear him move from his spot, and his footsteps got louder as he inched closer to you.

you still didn’t turn around.

he stood behind you, hovering. close enough that you felt his body heat on your back.

and then he said something you never expected to come out of his mouth.

“i told her.”

you paused your fake reading,

her.

his wife.

“you told her …. what?” you asked after a beat

“about you, us.” he filled the space between you, “this” his large hand slowly slid around your waist to your stomach, pulling you into him. your back against his bare chest

you were at a loss for words. refusing to believe anything he’d just said. you almost wanted to laugh.

“you’re lying. you wouldn’t.” was all you could manage through the uneven breathing. he rested his head on the side of yours, mouth near your ear now “i would, and i did. i’m not hiding this anymore, (Y/N). ” he said, voice muffled into your curls, rubbing slow, deliberate circles into your stomach.

your hand touched his briefly, then retracted just as fast

“so do you expect us to be some big happy family now?” you turn slightly to catch his eyes and he lets you,

“or you can stop pretending like this isn’t something real.” he holds your eyes with each word, hand still planted on your stomach “it’s not an ideal situation, trust me i know, but that doesn’t change the way we feel about each other.”

you scoff at that, peeling his hand from around you and sliding further down the desk, creating a gap between the two of you

“it’s not an ideal situation because of you, teddy. you did this!” you motion to your stomach, he looks taken aback at the statement. not anger, but hurt.

“i don’t think you understand how fucked up this all really is,” you huff a laugh “i feel so disgusted with myself right now. and the worst part ? you haven’t even apologized”

“you’re right, (Y/N). okay? i should have planned better—

“you shouldn’t have planned anything! you should’ve just let me go and made things work with the woman you married!” you snap and the room quiets. he shakes his head in disbelief, sliding a hand to the nape of his neck

silence drags on with nothing but unwavering eye contact cutting through it

“i’m sorry.”

it comes out in a whisper.

“i know saying it now doesn’t undo anything, but i mean it.”

your eyes drop from his to the floor, your jaw tightened

“and don’t ever for a second think you were disposable to me.” he’s closing the space, again. hands held out as if he’s hoping to catch you in them “ i didn’t ‘make things right’ with her because i only wanted you. that’s all it’s ever been, (Y/N).”

you look up and he’s staring down at you. those eyes. always piercing right through you, cold as steel, as if he’s trying to read your mind. read you

“i just…i don’t know what’s supposed to happen now, teddy.” your voice softens “you told your wife, now what? what’s next? we publicize this, pretending like we didn’t fuck up? do you think i want to do that?”

even as the words leave your mouth the reality of it all settles in. there’s no version of this where this ends quietly, peaceful.

“and what did she even say?” you press, nerves swelling “you’re not gonna convince me that she wasn’t pissed, because i expect that—

“she threw her own shit back in my face.” he cut in blankly, no emotion, just a shrug. earning a look of confusion from you

“danica is …. danica.” he said it like that just explains everything “you’re right, she’s pissed. but she always is. there’s nothing i could’ve said that would’ve changed that, regardless of what she has going on.” he’s still speaking as if he couldn’t be bothered by her, it boggles your mind

and frightens you.

“that’s it?” you ask quietly, eyes narrowed “that’s all you have to say about the woman you share a kid with finding out you got someone else pregnant?”

his jaw clenches

“i’m just being real with you, (Y/N).”

real.

that sends a chill down your spine.

not because he told his wife, but because he sounds so…unfazed. like the fall out from this doesn’t matter to him

he notices the look on your face and his expression softens

he sighs and steps in, resting his hands on either side of you at the desks edge, encasing you with his arms, “we’ll figure all of this out. i promise” he murmurs, steadying his hand at your waist, pushing his forehead against yours

your eyes fluttered shut, and for a brief moment you were back there. back to the way things used to be. the way your laughs fell over each other’s, how warm he felt when you were entangled in his arms, how safe you were. before he had you stuck in this house, carrying a child you know you shouldn’t be

the fucked up part is, you really do love him. even knowing how messy all of this is. how wrong.

he retracts. his eyes trace every inch of your face slowly, lips hovered just inches above yours

your heart is pumping at the closeness. it feels too dangerous

so you turn your head and break through his hold, writhing away from him

you clear your throat, back facing him with your fists clenched tightly at your sides to ground yourself

“i’m gonna go shower.”

you’re down the hallway before he can even respond. legs moving on autopilot, hurriedly slipping into the bedroom and releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

your hands fly to your face, palms rubbing into your eyes as an attempt to reset every feeling that just coursed through you. it isn’t right. you know better.

“fuck that. no” you say sternly to yourself

you hurry to the drawer closest to the window and pick through the lounge clothes he’s filled it with for you, all things that he knows you like. the continuous attention to detail is really starting to piss you off.

finally deciding on the floral three piece set, you lay them out atop the dresser in front of you

and then, you feel it.

him.

the weight of the room shifts, the floor settling beneath him. you don’t acknowledge him, you just keep fumbling through the drawer, pretending you’re looking for something else—stalling.

after a long moment you go to turn around

he’s standing there.

the unbuttoned pajama top opened just enough that you see his abs peek through, hands folded behind his back. something like a smirk playing at his lips

“what, teddy?.” you roll your eyes, fingers curled tightly into the clothing you’re carrying

a soft chuckle escapes him, and then he moves even closer

“don’t do that.”

“do what?” you snap, moving backward into the dresser with a light thump

“act like you don’t feel it.” he says simply, inching forward “the pull. the want” he taunts

your breathing catches

absolutely not.

“i feel like i want a shower.” you mutter “excuse me” maneuvering around him, your feet pad quickly against the wooden floor and into the cold darkness of the bathroom

but of course, he isn’t too far behind.

you turn the light on and head to the shower, pulling at the lever and turning back around to wait for the water to heat up, trying to ignore him as he leans coolly into the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted. studying you.

he doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. his eyes do all the talking.

your shirt comes off first, revealing the lace balconette bra you’re wearing underneath, and then you bend over as you slip the sweatpants down your legs

as soon as you stand up he catches your eyes in the mirror. they’ve darkened into nothing but seduction

warmness swells in your gut, heat rising from your cheeks to your ears under his gaze. he’s tracking your every movement.

“do you need something?” you finally snap your head in his direction

that gets him moving

he pushes off of the door frame and lets his arms fall to his side, slowly making his way in

“we both do.” he insists, smirking as he rests against the counter beside you “i’m just waiting for you to be honest with yourself about it.”

his eyes trail from your face down to your chest, and even slower down the curves of your body

you gulp, trying not to show him how flustered he has you

trying not to show him how right he is.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say flatly before you tear your eyes away from his, focusing on your reflection in the mirror

silently praying that the water heats up quicker.

“then why aren’t you undressed?” he leans in a bit, inquiring with stretched eyes “nervous?”

you force a scoff

“yeah, right. it’s not anything you haven’t seen before.”

“and yet you still haven’t moved.” that lands. you’re not looking at him but you can hear the smile in his voice

you can’t respond. your cheeks burn even hotter, and then finally you see fog winding up to the ceiling above the shower out of the corner of your eye.

you turn away from the sink and watch as the steam curls around your ankles before reaching behind yourself for the clasp of your bra, fingers trembling, trying to keep your breathing steady

you’re struggling a little because of how much you’re shaking, and not long after you hear the squeak of the sink as he moves away from it, taking a spot closely behind you

the tantalizing feeling of his fingers lightly brushing over yours to undo the clasp for you makes your whole body stiffen

he lowers himself to your ear, “there.” he says lowly, sending a chill down your spine

“i could’ve managed” you grumble, letting the straps fall from your shoulders and to the ground, buffering a bit before sliding your underwear down your legs

you hear him curse under his breath

“mm.” he hums

you open the showers door and step in, letting the heat sink into your skin, releasing a long, relaxed sigh as the water pours down on you.

there’s silence for a while. he isn’t saying anything, but he isn’t going anywhere either.

and then something…shifts.

“you know,” he starts, you pause from scrubbing your arms and your eyes drift to the frosted shower door, watching as his distorted figure inches closer to the glass

“i could make this easy for you. i know how shy you still get about admitting you want me to…help.” he says pointedly, voice dulled beneath the sound of the water beating against the tile floor

“and how exactly do you plan on helping me, teddy?”

“it’s simple.” he says “you open the door, i come in. you don’t, i leave. yeah?”

your pulse spikes as you rinse the suds off of yourself beneath the scorching hot water

your eyes watch his every move from behind the glass now

he’s so close, you know he can see how still you’ve gone.

you hesitated at first. every fiber of your being was telling you to leave him there, to let this settle into nothing. let him leave.

but your craving won.

you slowly push the door open, skin buzzing, breathing hollow. and he’s already standing there with a knowing smirk on his face.

he holds your eyes as he gets undressed, slipping the shirt past his veiny arms, and undoing the string of his pants before letting those drop as well. your breathing quickens when you look down and see how hard he is

as soon as he closes the door behind himself his lips catch yours, both hands cupping your face once he enters the shower

he deepens the kiss immediately. tilting your head for more access and slithering his tongue into your mouth, taking your tongue into his each time your mouths move together, slowly, sucking on your bottom lip upon release. the sticky sounds of your lips connecting filling the air

he breaks away, staring into your eyes with heavy breaths.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs against your lips “and i will”

without another word you’re pulling him back in, moving further into the shower and flattening against the cold tile, soft moans traveling back and forth between you into the kiss

and then it heats up into something neither of you can turn away from.

he trails his large hands to your chest, kneading your breasts together, circling his thumbs over each nipple and then clamping his fingers down onto them in a pinch, the combined pleasure and pain courses through you like lightning, drawing a whimper from your lips

“i couldn’t wait to get my hands on you again” he sighs into your mouth before slowly grazing his finger tips down your abdomen and slipping to your center

your jaw falls when he makes contact with your pussy

his fingers slide through the stickiness of your folds, once, twice and a moan tears from your throat as you arch off of the wall into him. he then flattens his palm, massaging precise circles against your clit

snaking his arm around to the small of your back, he brings you closer, pressing his forehead against yours before he slowly slides his middle and pointer fingers into the entrance of your pussy, curling up in your slick walls at an angle

“fuck,” you cry, flutters festering at the pit of your stomach, the sensation from his thick fingers driving you up the wall

“so damn tight” he breathes out

his dick is hard and heavy against your inner thigh. your hand finds him, wrapping your fingers around the dewy skin of his shaft and grazing your thumb over his tip,

he moans lowly against your lips, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, beginning to rub circles into your clit with his thumb and going even deeper with his fingers as they curl into you, watching as a gasp erupts from your mouth before attacking your parted lips once more.

you’re twisting along his length as your mouths engulf each others, tongues swiveling slowly, and he thrusts himself into each stroke of your hand, eyes flickering open and shut, sliding in and out of your warm gushy pussy at the same pace

“shit,” he hisses “i swear you get wetter every time, baby”

you tighten your eyes closed, struggling to keep kissing him back. soft moans fill the space between your lips as the fluttering in your lower stomach intensifies

he lowers his mouth to your ear, still thrusting into your hand

“you like that? hmm?” he purrs “tell me how good it feels” he says huskily

he’s curling his fingers to the side now, digging into every crevice he can reach, speeding his pace and adding more pressure to your pearl as he circles his thumb against it

you moan out and he wraps a hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him

“use your words” his tone is stern, heavy breaths rolling down your cheeks

“nnghhh— feels s-so good” you whimper, speeding the pace of your hand as it moves along his dick and he chokes out a grunt “good fucking girl”

he licks the spot right beneath your jaw where your neck meets before latching his lips there, a moan spilling from his lips as he thrusts faster, sending vibrations into your skin and your legs begin to tremble as he quickens his wrist, twisting and curling his fingers faster, harder, right into your spot

“right there!” you squeak, mouth agape, head tossed back into the showers wall, gasping for breath, still pumping your hand around his throbbing dick,

your stomach begins to tighten, the familiar tingling strengthens as you get closer

he breathes out and nips at your shoulder “sh-shit, baby, keep going” another moan escapes before he’s bringing your face back to his

and then what feels like electricity bursts through you

“fuck teddy i’m c-cumming!” a broken sob tears through your throat, he grabs your jaw and pulls your mouth into his, swallowing your moans as your lips move together sloppily, his eyes tightened shut, and the both of you whimper into the kiss

“you look so fucking pretty when you cum” he groans against your lips “nnnghh fuckk im gonna—” his body twitches rapidly as the warm nut shoots out in increments onto your thigh, and a second wave ripples through your body, making you shiver

when the both of you finally come down from finishing all over each other, you take turns beneath the spray of the water, scrubbing yourselves clean of the sins you just committed

he couldn’t keep his hands off of you the entire time. front glued to your back while you bathed, still as hard as ever, planting kisses on your shoulders and intertwining your fingers with his

and then you both exit the shower

he dries off quickly, but you’re still wrapped in a towel staring at yourself in the mirror when he comes back in sweats hung low at his waist, briefs peeking out from the waistband

your hair is frizzed from the steam of the shower, lips swollen pink, cheeks flushed, but that clearly entices him.

he’s lingering, shoulder resting against the wall by the door, gaze falling over your figure despite the towel hugging you

and then you reach for clothes you have laid out on the counter and turn to exit

“not yet.” he steps into your path, fingers dipping into the crevice of your breasts where the towel’s folded, pulling you into him and lowering his mouth to your ear “i wanna taste you first” his voice drops, you shudder

“and you’re gonna watch.”

he then removes the set from your fingers and pushes you back against the wall in front of the mirror and sink before sliding the towel from around you, scanning your bare body as if he’s never seen you naked before.

without question he’s on his knees in front of you and hoists your leg up over his shoulder, planting open mouth kisses along your inner thigh, grazing you with his teeth

and then, you jump at the feeling of him pressing his lips against your sensitive spot,

“i’m sorry” he’s pressing his lips against you again and you twitch “i’m so sorry” he gently kisses up your pussy, and then staggers at your clit “i’m so sorry for everything, baby” he whispers before sliding his tongue from your entrance and snaking slowly through your folds, flattening against your pearl, swirling around in stimulating circles

he brings his hand to your other thigh and spreads you open wider, stroking his tongue up and down your slit carefully, slurping and spitting, devouring you like it’s his last meal

a moan escapes your lips, “oh my gosh.”

your fingers dig into his wet hair to anchor yourself and he slides his hand from the thigh hiked over his shoulder up to your hip, moving your pelvis back and forth into his tongue

“mhmmm" he hums "you taste so good” he opens his mouth to suck your entire pussy, moaning and shaking his head slowly, the grip he has on your other thigh tightening as he’s still grinding you into his face, and then gently suctioning your clit

your jaw falls at the stimulation, heat building in your stomach, yet another orgasm simmering

“i could eat you all fucking day” he groaned against your warmth, a wave of pleasure rippling through you “you gonna cum all over my face, pretty girl? hmmm?” he purrs, continuing to glide his tongue up and down your pussy tortuously

“y-yes teddy im so close” you whimper, he speeds his pace, moving his face further into your pussy, right into your entrance, and then his tongue glides right into your spot

“don’t stop!”

“mmmmm” he hums into you as he continues swirling his tongue over your point of pleasure repeatedly, your back arches off of the wall and he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you into each stroke of his tongue, eating you into the most earth shattering orgasm you’ve ever had

“oh my fucking— you let out the loudest, most guttural moan ever.

your legs tremble around his head, every inch of your body shuddering as he licks you clean

and then, he looks up at you and smiles.

he places one last kiss to your pearl before sliding your leg off of his shoulder and climbing to his feet, looking down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes

“my perfect girl” he leans down to kiss you, sloppily, hungrily

he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, hands sliding to both sides of your waist and guiding you toward the sink, taking a spot behind you and rests his head on yours

“beautiful” he murmurs, shaking his head as he examines you in the mirrors reflection,

“i love you so much, baby” he places a kiss on your head and then your cheek, lifting your chin to meet his eyes “i swear i do”

he holds your gaze for a long while, and as the moment stretches you feel your chest tightening

and then he finally retracts, “i’ll let you get dressed. meet me in the room” he says softly, giving your ass a soft smack

you dress quietly, mind working overtime to make sense of everything that just happened and what it means moving forward.

you had a moment of weakness. you know it felt good, but you also know you shouldn’t have done it. that complicates everything more than it already is

maybe made it even worse.

you can’t let yourself get that comfortable again. you won’t.

his face lights up when you come back into the room

“hey,” he smiles “you okay?”

“yes” the lie falls from your lips so easily, and then you hesitate “im actually gonna go downstairs and get some lunch. i don’t feel too good”

he turns to face you now with a look of worry on his face, brows pulled together

“do you need me to come with you?”

“no.” you answer quickly, maybe too quick, so you soften it “i mean— do you want anything? i can grab something for you too”

you can tell he ponders on it, watching you like he’s trying to piece you together

“whatever you’re eating. are you feeling nauseous?” he finally asks

perfect.

you nod, “yes, do you .. have anything for that here? like medicine or something ?”

“should be in the kitchen cabinet, or maybe in the bathroom downstairs”

you exhale, relief falls over you “thank god. okay, i’ll go check”

you head down the stairs, heart beating louder with each step, trying to keep yourself calm

the kitchen is eerily silent . beautiful, but unsettling. you open cabinets, drawers, everything your eyes land on and then finally you open a drawer and find all kinds of medicine

tylenol. ibuprofen. prenatals.

you scoff at that

and then you see it.

sleep aid.

tucked away in the back of the drawer

you release a shaky breath before hurriedly grabbing the bottle and moving quickly around the kitchen, taking ingredients for sandwiches out of the fridge and scanning the juice for a flavor that will dull the taste of the medicine.

you don’t want to hurt him, or vice versa, and you refuse to be bound to him. this is the only way you can get out of here keeping those things in mind.

after throwing the sandwiches together and handling his drink with extra care, you head back upstairs.

he’s perched at the foot of the bed thumbing through his phone, you announce your presence by clearing your throat

he looks up at you with a warm smile “you feeling better? what’d you end up taking?” he asks, inching toward you with a hand held out for his plate, you hadn’t even thought about that part.

you didn’t look at the medicine long enough to know if there was anything for nausea

so you think quick on your feet

“i couldn’t find anything, and the stuff that was in there isn’t safe for me to take” you force a mock pout, and hums before placing a kiss on your forehead

“aw baby, i’m sorry. i’ll make that top priority, i promise” he says into your curls, sliding his hand around to the small of the back and leading you out to the balcony that connects to the bedroom

you both eat and chat a little, but you steal glances to make sure he downs his entire drink and do a mental high five once he does

“you make a mean ass sandwich, girl.” he chuckles, leaning back comfortably nto the chair and reaching out for your hand, taking it into his

you smile at that

“i’m probably gonna go to the sauna for a bit” you say, leaning up to retrieve the empty plates off of the table and he huffs “can we cuddle first. please?” he slides his palm up the back of your thigh, doing a light squeeze once he lands on your ass

you smirk

“okay, fine. just for a little”

close to an hour passes before you hear his light snores start up, which means you have about an hour to get out of here and away from him.

forever.

you slowly slide out of his hold being sure not to wake him. the medicine may have worked but he’s a big guy, who knows how effective it actually is.

to test your luck, you lift his limp arm laid out on the pillow and drop it

still sleeping.

you immediately turn around to grab your purse and phone from the bedside table, you grab his phone as well, thumbing airplane mode on as the first step to making sure he can’t track you before slipping out of the bedroom and jogging down the stairs

“keys, keys, keys” you whisper to yourself, pacing quickly around the kitchen, trying to remember when and where you seen him with them last, and then the image of him scavenging in the drawer near the dining table for the pregnancy tests flashes through your mind

you fumble through the exact drawer, and finally spot the eight ball keychain

“bingo.”

maybe he should’ve hidden them better if he planned to keep you stuck here.

you’re out of the door as soon as they’re in your hand, running to his truck like your life depends on it, because it probably does.

teddy’s smart, and rich. of course he has a tracker on his car. so you know you have to leave it somewhere far enough to give you a head start.

as you near the exit ramp you rack your mind for the safest place to go.

the first place he’ll look is your apartment which he has a fucking key to, and the second is your office.

and then, you have an idea.

not a great one, but it’s perfect if it actually works.

you have to do something that ensures he’ll never come looking for you, no matter what.

you have to make him hate you.

you leave the car outside of your gynecologist’s office, and instead of driving your own car that he upgraded (you’re ninety percent sure he put a tracker in there too) you uber.

your heart drums in your chest the closer you get to the destination, so loud you’re sure everyone in your vicinity can hear it.

the house is much nicer than you imagined, but of course it is. perfect landscape, beautiful sculptures riddled in the lawn. children’s toys in the driveway.

you slowly inch up the steps toward the glass door, each one heavier than the last.

you lift your hand, but hesitate, shutting your eyes tightly and releasing a heavy breathe

don’t be a pussy now, (Y/N)

you knock.

after a moment you hear footsteps inching toward the door, and then a muffled voice on the other side as they play with the locks

the door opens.

“yes?” she asks, looking you up and down, trying to place you. she fails, clearly

you swallow hard before speaking

“hi,” you breathe

“are you danica?”

“ i got more than a thing for you, tattoo with the ink for you

right over my heart girl i’ll do the unthinkable. ”

PAIRING brothers bestfriend!tyriq withers x black fem!reader

IN WHICH, you and your brother’s funny, down to earth best friend have secretly been dating for a few months, and he finally works up the courage to make it official.

CASSETTE Unthinkable - Alicia Keys & Drake

¡WARNINGS! cuteness overload

A/N short & sweet! didn’t do really any editing to this, been sitting on the idea for a while and it turned out so much better than i imagined 😭💞 ugh i love love

you land light as a feather.

wide smile, limbs on fire, chest rising and falling quickly as you hold your final pose beneath the stage light that beams down on your mark.

exuberant cheering erupts and the constant blaring of the air horn you warned your family not to bring echoes off of the theater's walls. you lower yourself into a graceful bow, a cascade of flowers being tossed at your feet

you've danced this routine a million times, but tonight feels different. tonight you're finally being rewarded for all of your hard work. the long hours, early mornings. your skin hums with joy and fulfillment, you couldn't be happier.

after exiting the stage you make your way back to the shared dressing room, sending warm smiles and thanks to everyone who congratulates you on your performance in passing.

"there she is! ohhh i'm so proud of you, baby girl!" your mother darts toward you first with tear-filled eyes, taking you into her arms tightly despite the huge bundle of roses she's holding

and then your dad "you did amazing up there sweetheart. your mama hasn't stopped crying since you stepped on that stage" he chuckles some

"thank you mommy and daddy," you smile sheepishly as you take the flowers from her grasp, and then you narrow your eyes at them, "now what did i tell y'all about that horn?!"

they immediately begin placing blame, pointing and talking over each other which earns a giggle from you.

your older brother isn't too far behind, and your stomach flutters at the sight of his longtime friend tyriq beside him. both smiling wide, arms outstretched.

you were under the impression that he couldn't make it tonight due to filming late but alas, here he is. holding a bouquet of lilies (your favorite) and a small box of your favorite chocolates.

"aw, y'all came!" you beam, hugging them both

"duh" your brother says through a chuckle "proud of you, big head" he playfully nudges your head upon release, placing the lei decorated with bills and candy around your neck

you lean into tyriq next

fingers curling into the leather of his jacket, trying to stay in his embrace as long as you can with everyone watching

"you did so good, mama" his velvety voice muffled into your shoulder, low enough that it only reaches you "congratulations"

he thumbs a gentle circle into your waist through the fabric of your forma wrap as he retracts, eyes lingering longer than they should, full of words that have to go unspoken for the time being. you turn your head to hide the blush

"thank you guys, i didn't think you would make it" you say pointedly, mostly to tyriq, "well yeah that's why it's called a 'surprise'" your brother jokes and you suck your teeth before hitting him over the head with the bouquet "shut up, dummy" the three of you laugh amongst each other, just like old times.

meanwhile, tyriq's eyes don't leave you for a second and neither does his wide smile.

he's beyond proud of you. he knows firsthand how hard you've been working, picked you up when you were down, spoke life into you when you were so close to giving up.

and then to see you twirling and dancing so elegantly across the stage like you owned it, looking as enchanting as ever in the baby pink set that compliments your brown skin perfectly.

it makes his heart beat even more for you.

and he knows it's time to do something about it.

you're laid sprawled out on the futon that sits in the corner of your room, scrolling mindlessly on tiktok when a text slides into the screen.

ty 🫶🏾

are u busy?

you

i am not

ty 🫶🏾

come down please?

you peek outside of the sheer curtains on your bedroom window, humming to yourself, watching him climb out of the drivers side of the platinum grey jetta s fumbling with something that looks like a ribbon

you meet him downstairs as he asked, eyes narrowed with curiosity as he inches toward you with his hands behind his back and a playful grin on his face

"you trust me?"

"boy where are you taking me ?" you say through a mouthful of giggles, holding your hands out in front of you, feeling around for any signs that you may need to brace yourself "i'm gonna be so mad if i fall, ty"

"relax, it's okay, i got you" he chuckles warmly, "we almost there i promise" the grip he has on your shoulders tightens a bit

you shuffle a few more steps and he finally removes the cloth from its place over your eyes,

you're met with the most beautiful view.

the ocean in front of you, the sunset stretched across the sky in the prettiest shades of yellow and pink, and then you see a blanket laid out with a spread of finger foods, neatly wrapped gift boxes, flowers and tiny easels with paint waiting

you gasp, eyes widened at the sight

"oh my gosh, tyriq, are you serious?! i-i don't even know what to say" you breathe out, "this is beautiful" you laugh, stunned at the thought he's put into the display. the sound of the waves lapping at the shore mere feet away calms the nerves that begin to swell

you turn a bit to look up at him, and of course he's already staring down at you, that beautiful dimpled smile and perfect teeth, with nothing but stars in his blue eyes

"i know how crazy the last few months been, and i know that we gotta be .. careful" he says quietly, "but i wanna celebrate you. no sneaking, no hiding. just us." he takes a hold of your hand "you deserve it"

your lip trembles at the words, eyes glossy

of all the guys that have courted you, he's the only one who has ever made you feel this way. so wanted. like you're the only girl in the world. even with all of the complications that come with it

"tyriq," you pout "i can't believe you did all of this" you say, still breathless "you better believe it boo" he says in a mock woman's voice with a snap of his fingers and you burst into a laughing fit "you're so annoying!" he joins in as well, pulling you by your arms into his embrace, swaying as he holds you "nah but for real, it's nobody else i'd want to do this with" he rests his chin on your head

nothing but the sounds of the beach cuts through the silence that’s fallen over the two of you. you just stand here, holding eachother, not wanting to let go because you know moments like this have been scarce.

but after a while, the both of you retract

"now come on so i can kick your ass at this painting game" he plants a kiss on your cheek and intertwines your fingers with his, you scoff playfully, following his lead to the blanket 

warmness courses through your body and a seemingly permanent smile graces your face.

to see how far things have come since the day that started everything, the day your date stood you up outside of the movie theater and you just so happened to run into tyriq who sat in with you instead, it makes you feel like you’re doing something right.

your brother will just have to understand.

everything was amazing. he snapped pictures with his polaroid as you went through the gifts, capturing your reaction to each one, and by the time you were done opening all of them your cheeks were stained with tears.

now, the both of you are heading to the pier in a comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery. he has an arm draped over your shoulder

and then your eyebrows furrow once you notice that you’re not heading to the pier at all, you’re in the parking lot

“i thought we were going to the pier?” you look up at him, confusion all over your face. “i gotta grab something from the car real quick” he says casually, smirking

you narrow your eyes at him, “you’re acting weird.” you stifle a laugh “me? never” he chuckles too

once you inch closer to the car he releases the hold he has on you and hurriedly retrieves his keys from his pocket before jogging ahead and swinging the passenger door open

“ladies first.” he motions to the seat, and when you lean in—

you freeze.

there’s a small sign sitting on the seat, along with a bouquet of pink roses. your heart beats faster with each word

“Can I Be Your Boyfriend ‘Perchance’?”

a laugh that turns into a gasp explodes from your mouth, your eyes softening and a hand flies to your heart as if to slow its pace

“no way” you say breathlessly, turning to look at him. his hands find his pockets, a sheepish grin on his face “we’ve been sneaking around for a while, and i know how complicated this— he gestures back and forth between you “is, but being with you is so easy. you mean so much to me, girl, and it scares me to feel this way, to know that it’s no going back, but i’m tired of not being able to call you mine. ”

you’re smiling so wide it almost hurts.

“you did all of this today to ask me, tyriq?” he steps around the door toward you, eyes never leaving yours “i couldn’t half step. not with you”

you don’t respond, just bring him in by the strings of his hoodie, planting a kiss on his lips

ending

“i’m giving you my heart, please don’t break it

take it and lock it up, put it in your pocket love”

happy valentine’s day sweeties! ˚₊ · »-♡→

pairing quarterback! cameron cade x fem oc! zaia (zy-uh)

in which, star football player cameron is enamored with zaia—who can't stand him.

cassette While we’re young - Jhenè Aiko

¡warnings! wc 4.3k ➺ 18+ MDNI, strong language & use of the n word, bitchy!fem oc, height difference, carnival setting, obsession, yearning (he wants that BAD!), angst, cyber-stalking, just fluff really

a/n LONGGG OVERDUE!! my boo’s got their happy ending 😭 i mayyy (definitely) revisit them in the future though! thank you guys so much for reading and being patient with me <3 i appreciate you all! and as always, any feedback is welcome!

cameron sinks further into the backrest of his sofa. eyes fixed on the ceiling and the sole of his nike slide pads in a sloppy restless rhythm against the wooden floor as his leg bounces, hands folded beneath his buzzed head

he’s been in this position for a while now, thinking.

trying to figure out how he got here.

obsessed with someone who can’t stand him.

he exhales slowly through his nose. he can’t get her off of his mind, like a song stuck on a loop. constant and intrusive. the crazy part is he prefers it this way.

seasonal flings and one-off hookups have always been enough to keep him happy. they’re easy, temporary, fun. and best of all, no expectations or risk

but now?

he hasn’t even thought about the girls he usually would when boredom strikes. hasn’t sent any late night texts to fulfill his needs. he hasn’t had the urge to. not since they rammed into each other.

and her helping him with his lab, looking as beautiful as ever, flaunting her intelligence without even trying? that just sealed the deal for him.

after that he knew he couldn’t keep up the playful flirting that doesn’t lead anywhere, not with her. he’s serious about her. and cameron cade has never been serious about anything that isn’t football.

he found her instagram (he went looking for it) and spent well over an hour fighting with himself over whether or not he should engage.

needless to say, he engaged.

liked a few pictures, went back and liked some more

before he knew it he was going through all of her highlights, studying every inch of her, zooming in, lingering longer than he should have at certain parts. then just said fuck it and texted her too.

now he slides his hand into the pocket of his sweats, pulling his phone out to check it for what feels like the hundredth time

ccade.1:

46m

hey pretty 🫶🏽

ccade.1:

45m

couldn’t let you avoid me for too long, somebody might take my spot

and still nothing.

his jaw tightens, and he tries to convince himself that it doesn’t matter. that he doesn’t care.

laughable.

the early-afternoon sun poured in through the blinds casting ripples of broken light that stretch across every surface it touches. no sound, no distractions. just the steady click of his clock ticking along with the hum of the heater as it fights off the cold air outside

then suddenly the front doors’ locks being undone cuts through the quiet catching his attention, and his teammate and close friend, sidney, steps inside, cold wind blowing in behind him

he stifles a laugh, “nigga why you sitting in the dark like the undertaker”

“just thinking ‘bout some shit.” he mumbles, tongue poking the inside of his cheek “let me guess, that girl again?” he inquires through a chuckle

“shut up bitch.” cameron shoots back, following up with a warning glare

sidney’s full on cackling now, doubling over the island

probably because he can’t wrap his mind around how this one random girl managed to send the self proclaimed bachelor of the group spiraling like this.

the irony isn’t lost on cameron either which is why the obnoxious sound of sidney’s heckling bouncing from the walls of the living room has irritation so heavy in his expression. he doesn’t crack a single smile, jaw set. eyes still glued to the ceiling

“alright bruh, i’m done. i swear” he says in between breaths, finally coming down from his laughing fit. aftershocks still rolling through him

“whatever.”

“for real though, you never answered in the group chat. you going right?”

the fair

cameron blows a heavy breath. he didn’t plan on it.

every public outing comes with too much social interaction for him. too many handshakes, fake smiles and laughter, cameras, and paired with the cold? no way.

he isn’t in the mood to perform for anybody who isn’t her.

“i’m straight. i’ll just chill here” he grumbles, and as if on cue his phone buzzes. he’s frozen in place for a moment, praying that it’s not just some miscellaneous notification that doesn’t mean anything

he snatches it from its spot on his chest and his pulse quickens when he sees her username on the screen

thepynkk:

26s

take your spot? who said you had one?

he smirks and sits up in his seat, elbows planted on his knees as his thumbs hover over the keyboard. trying to come up with a response that’ll keep her talking

ccade.1:

now

damn fr? sound like i got some competition

i’m not good at sharing tho, especially if it’s you

thepynkk:

now

i don’t do “spots” cameron, so you’ll just have to watch from the sidelines

ccade.1:

now

i don’t do sidelines zaia. but you’ll figure that out soon enough

radio silence.

sidney’s moving around the kitchen fumbling with dishes and whatever container he’d taken from the fridge, rambling on about the girl he’s been talking to in his physics class

he’s half-listening. focused on his home screen, watching intently for another message.

then he gets back onto the app and notices the gradient pink and orange ring around her profile picture now, and of course, he clicks it.

she only posted a minute ago but there’s no shame in his game.

her and the girl he recognized from the courtyard pose in a bathroom mirror. he fixates on her eyes, and then her lips, per usual, then down to her breasts sitting up nicely in the army green define jacket, cleavage spilling over the gold zipper. long pink hair falling past her curvy waist to her round hips

he swipes a hand down his face, the cushions of the couch moving with him as he reclines again. it’s almost maddening how good she looks.

“fuck.” he breathes. his finger is held in place on the screen to keep her story from disappearing

“goddamn, that’s her?” sid inches toward the couch where he sits smacking loudly at the lasagna he just made, eyebrows pulled together as he stares down at the picture along with him

cameron sucks his teeth and angles the phone away, offended, almost. “fuck out my phone.” he cuts him a look before turning his attention back to the photo

and then his eyes fall to the emojis and caption she typed in on the bottom:

fair date 🎢🤍

he hums thoughtfully to himself as the wheels turn in his head, trying to plan his next move perfectly, effectively.

he can’t waste anymore time. he needs her

badly.

“you know what, sid?” he perks up, “i’ll slide. what time we leaving?

cameron’s hands are stiff in the pockets of his jacket courtesy of the cold wind whipping in the air. he doesn’t plan on staying long, he just wants to find his woman

the three tall, brolic men maneuver their way through the thickening crowd, dodging bodies scurrying in every direction.

his eyes have been peeled from the moment they stepped through the gate. scanning everything that moves, and his heart rate spiked each time he got even the slightest glimpse of pink.

the rumble of rides gliding along their tracks vibrates violently through the ground, metal screeching, neon lights flashing in streaks of green and blue, almost nauseating if you focus on them too hard

“it’s shaky as hell out here” justin, his teammate mutters, steadying the cup of lemonade as yet another ride roars past “cause you scared of heights” sid snickers “we on the ground nigga, relax”

the two continue to bicker back and forth as they all move further into the grounds, and then suddenly, quicker than he expected, sid pulls at the sleeve of his hoodie

“ain’t that ole girl from the picture?”

he’s looking before he can even finish his sentence

standing off to the side of the ferris wheel enveloped in the purple glow, he sees her

that pink.

her pink.

“yeah..that’s her” he says lowly as he follows her every move

she stands out easily amongst the sea of neutral hoodies and sweaters that stirs around her. turned slightly, laughing at whatever joke her ‘date’ just told. draped in a cropped tracksuit that dangerously highlights her curvy frame. the bright shade of yellow like a beacon, gleaming against her skin

“she do look good as hell” justin mutters in between sips of his drink “i’d be losing my mind over that too”

cameron grimaces at him, “shut up.”

justin lifts his free hand in mock surrender, a smirk curving around the straw “my bad bro”

“i’ll catch up with yall”

he doesn’t wait for a response. his legs are already carrying him in her direction as if it’s muscle memory. invisible string pulling them together, it seems

as he works through the wall of people separating them he attempts to rein himself in, steady breaths, relaxed shoulders, unclenched jaw. trying to calm the nerves that are beginning to swell.

cameron cade is never nervous.

or so he thought

because the closer he gets, the harder his heart pummels in his chest, beating rapidly against his ribs, and the tighter his stomach knots with a warm combination of want and need.

he’s gone over this scene a million times in his head since the last time they crossed paths. what he’d say, how smooth he’d be when he finally got the chance to be near her again.

but none of that holds up once those beautiful brown orbs find his. unraveling him in a way that nobody else has ever been able to do. trepidation evident in the red flush sneaking across his cheeks

she slows her speech, pausing the conversation she’s in the middle of

“damn, you not cold?” cameron asks as soon as he’s within earshot, arms folded over his chest to keep himself composed

now that he’s up close and personal, he drags his gaze down her body without hesitation, settling on the exposed skin of her abdomen, belly piercings shimmering beneath the lights that pulse overhead. so thirsty for her it should be illegal

“i’m fine cameron.” she retorts,

goosebumps prick his skin at the sound of his name falling from her lips. his pulse jolts the same every time. it’s like music to his ears.

she crosses her arms over her chest as if that’ll stop him from staring

he smirks, “glad you know” he says smoothly

she huffs in annoyance, eyes rolling like clockwork but it’s different this time. the scowl she usually has on the ready for him isn’t there, not really. it’s replaced by something else. something softer, warmer. mutual.

“why does this keep happening.” she then groans, glancing at payton to her left

he chuckles under his breath “maybe that’s the universe tryna tell you something.”

and at that their eyes catch again. a beat of silence and an undeniable heat traveling between the two. his six foot five frame towers over hers, swallowing her whole

“so freaking cute, ugh” payton gushes dramatically

“payton!” she snaps her head in her direction, nudging her hard with her elbow

payton laughs before sipping from her cup “i’m just saying”

cameron closes the distance further angling himself low enough so that she hears him over the noise that encircles them. citrus and vanilla wafting in the air around her

she’s so eatable. and she knows it.

but he keeps the dangerous thoughts at bay, he has business to handle.

“you wore that color on purpose didn’t you?” he asks instead

she knits her eyebrows together in confusion, hands finding her hips. “what?”

“you look good as hell in yellow” he reiterates, gaze dipping again shamelessly. he can’t help himself

she cuts her eyes at him “sounds like you say that to everybody”

that slightly offends him

“i don’t.” he counters firmly

her face flickers at that, “mhm. you done bothering me yet?”

he follows the long pink fly aways as they latch onto the clear gloss coating her perfect, pouty lips.

“mmmm..” his voice is pitched high in his throat as he tips side to side, lips pressed into a straight line paired with a squint like he’s thinking on it, and then mock decides “nah. not even close, gorgeous”

her mouth twitches into a smile for a split second. “stop doing that.” she grumbles

“you making it hard not to”

beneath the surface of his permanent smirk and the forced cool, relaxed demeanor, desire he has for her courses through his veins like some kind of psychedelic. he hates not feeling in control of himself. but for her, he’ll relinquish it all.

meanwhile payton stands off to the side seemingly enjoying the scene that unfolds in front of her

he then turns his body in her direction, but his attention never leaves zaia

“can i borrow her for a little bit?” he inquires politely with a head tilt

zaia scoffs “no you can’t-

“yep,” shes already backing away “she’s all yours.”

“payton?!” a look of betrayal decorates her face, eyes stretched miles wide

“have fun!” she turns quickly on her heels before disappearing into the bustling crowd

now they’re left standing there.

alone.

her stare is so heavy that it manages to cut through the bass of the pop music thrumming in the air, along with the screams that fly past them overhead

cameron slips his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on the soles of the black cat 4s as if he’s got nothing but time

“what do you want cameron?” she finally speaks

a slow grin pulls at his lips

“you” he says in an obvious tone

she sucks her teeth, eyes narrowed “please be serious.”

“i am.”

her jaw ticks, and then he watches as a look of realization washes over her followed by a smirk

“alright then. since you want to ‘borrow’ me, there’s a fee.” she shrugs

“whatever you want princess”

she fights a smile, “first of all, don’t call me that.”

“why not?” he chuckles softly “you know you like it”

“no i don’t.”

“girl, yes you do.”

she huffs, pulling the long strands of hair blowing into her face behind her ear, and for the first time ever he sees them. dimples. etched deep into her cheeks

he just about turns to mush. she’s flustered, all hot and bothered. and it only makes her prettier. so much beauty encased in that small frame, it’s unbelievable.

“second,” she continues, turning her nose up at him “i want food. not just snacks either. appetizers, entree, dessert, the whole thing” her eyes travel over him, waiting for any objection, any complaints, any jokes,

but he just nods. tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he continues grinning down at her.

“you don’t gotta hustle me, zaia. i’ll get you anything your pretty little heart desires” and he means it.

he’s blown money on far worse. people who didn’t deserve it, nights he didn’t remember, but buying food just to be close to her a little longer? that’s nothing

then he steps in, closing the sliver of a gap left between them, purple lights painting across both of their faces. he leans down until they’re at eye level

“but,” his voice dips, challenging her “i want a real conversation, not that sarcastic shit you always do.”

he holds her gaze

“a chance for us to actually get to know each other”

with most girls that would’ve earned a pout and some flirting, maybe even batted eyelashes if they’re on a mission to reel him in, but she doesn’t falter, doesn’t move.

of course she doesn’t.

and after a long time, she smirks again “well played.” her head tilts slightly, “fine. i want fried pickles.” she says simply and he nods, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip

“let’s go then”

they moved in tandem throughout the lot, the scent of seasonings and fried food thick in the air.

he got her fried pickles as promised along with a large lemonade that she didn’t ask for but didn’t object to either

“what else on the menu?” he smirks down at her and she playfully rolls her eyes before scanning the booths that precede them, face lighting up at the sight of the huge sign encased in red and yellow flashing lights that reads ‘steak and potatoes’

“that” she nudges ahead, reaching for the unnecessarily expensive cup of lemonade he’s been holding for her, he eyes her for a second and then lowers it

her manicured fingers brush over his briefly as he passes it back and her stomach jolts at the feeling

this was supposed to be nothing more than a test disguised as free food, and annoyingly, he’s passing with flying colors.

not at all how she expected her night to go

“are you gonna eat anything?” she changes the subject as they file in line with everyone else “maybe. not about me though” he shrugs

she stifles a laugh, “boy please, you know you’re hungry.” dunking the fried pickle slice into the cup of ranch before tossing it into her mouth

that earns a look from him, and she deliberately ignores the way he’s watching her mouth move as she chews. face growing warm under his gaze, shielding her against the cold

“mm.” he hums, blue eyes still glued to her “first question”

she pauses her chewing and almost says something smart in response until she remembers that she agreed to this whole getting to know eachother thing.

“go ahead.”

“what had you so mad before you ran into me that day?”

her mind drifts back to the day in question, not even realizing how much time had passed since then, how long he’d actually managed to keep up with her.

“you ran into me,” she starts, he smiles “and my professor gave me a shitty grade on something i worked really hard on, tried to convince me that i wasn’t interested enough in the writing. biased bullshit” her voice is low and steady.

“damn. i’m sorry” he says sincerely, she simply nods

she’s gotten over it, but it still puts a bad taste in her mouth to think about.

silence falls over them for a moment, they’re further up in line quicker than she expected. the uncoordinated movement causing their arms to brush up against one another’s every now and then

she doesn’t inch away at his touch like usual, doesn’t stiffen. it’s becoming more familiar than she’d like

“can i ask you something now?” she voices

“shoot.”

“do you run this routine with every girl you’re interested in? the whole chase and score thing?”

their eyes catch, unwavering. she truly wants to know the answer but whether or not he decides to be honest is a toss up.

“i’ve never been this interested in anyone before.” he holds her gaze as if he wants her to physically feel the truth in each word

and weirdly, she can sense it.

the honesty.

but cameron cade? the man-whore she’s heard so much about in whispers that leak out of distant conversations? all of the scorned women he’s left in his wake? it can’t be

her heart stutters uncontrollably

she forces her eyes away from him, swallowing the lump sitting heavy in her throat

“and what about you, miss ‘i got options’? you be out here breaking hearts?” he speaks up and she can’t help but smirk at what sounds like jealousy in his tone

“don’t quote that like i said it” she smiles without fighting back against it this time “and to answer your question, no. i don’t have time to waste”

“interesting. would you make time for this?” he inquires motioning between them with her cup in his hand.

her face falls flat as she ponders, trying to find the words but they don’t formulate. she wants to say no so badly and end everything here.

even as annoying, and persistent, and eager he’s been, she couldn’t. she knows she’d be lying. to him, and herself.

and then she’s saved by the bell, because they’re being called to order next

they step up to the booth, the bright, headache inducing lights flashing wildly overhead

she orders what she wants and he follows suit and then pays without a second thought, but his eyes stay on her.

watching. studying for the answer to the question that still hangs in the air between them. heavily.

they move aside to wait for their orders, shoulders touching as they lean back against the booth, and she takes notice to how quiet he’s gotten. no smirks, or teasing, and that’s enough to induce panic in her. she feels the weight of the moment in her chest

as she stares off into the distance, eyes watching as the ferris wheel spins slowly, lights pulsing gently, she finally speaks

“i think you know what the problem with this is.” that earns a look from him “what?”

“your reputation.” she retorts, he sighs heavily as if he expected as much “yeah, i know.”

“i don’t do situationships, or any of the temporary, messy shit you’re used to” her voice wavers a bit, “i know how that ends.” she says quietly, distant thoughts becoming not so distant memories that she’s tried to keep locked in the back of her mind.

he watches her expression soften into something real. vulnerable.

“i’m not them” he finally replies

“that’s literally what everyone says.”

“i’m not everyone.”

she finally looks at him, heart racing as she tries to push off the nerves by wringing her manicured fingers, but of course they don’t go anywhere

“you’re not, and that’s what scares me” she says,

he goes still at that

“what are you scared of?” he asks genuinely

“liking you.”

the silence that follows is charged. their orders were called but neither of them move for a moment, eyes glued to each other

she lets out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding, “because if i let myself do that, you’ll get bored. or decide I’m just another girl passing through,” the words are leaving faster than she thought they would “and i can’t handle that hurt. not right now.”

he steps in. not too close but just enough that she feels it

“zaia, i can’t get bored with you” he says softly “i been tryna shake this shit since the day you ran into me. i can’t” a light smile of endearment tugs on his lips

her heart pounds so loud she can hear it in her ears

“you think i’m shivering in this cold ass wind for fun? out here buying steak and pickles to kill time?” she lets out a small laugh despite herself, cheeks burning,

and she sees the moment he softens completely

“trust me, i know i don’t got the best track record, i’m not perfect. but i’ve never wanted anything to work so bad before you. not like this”

she searches his face for the usual arrogance and self importance, but there isn’t any.

he’s being just as vulnerable as she is.

thats what undoes her.

she glances over to the ferris wheel again and then back to him,

“one ride.”

he tilts his head at her, confused “huh?”

“one ride on the ferris wheel. if you don’t say anything stupid, then maybe…” she exhales softly “maybe i’ll stop acting like i don’t feel this too.”

his face lights up at the words, and he smiles wide,

“deal.”

he then brushes past her to grab their food from the counter

they walk and eat, letting a comfortable silence consume them. a little while later, they’re being seated side by side, arms touching as they’re lifted off of the ground in the car

the overwhelming noise of the fair slowly dwindles into a low hum as they inch higher

she stares out over the horizon, watching the lights from every booth and ride pour out into a sea of neon colors, the darkness of the night sky stretching over them

“i do like you, cameron.” she finally admits, barely above a whisper. chest tightening as the words leave her “more than i think i’m supposed to”

he doesn’t interrupt, just watches her

“i just…i’m scared you’re going to hurt me.” she finishes

there’s a brief silence before he shifts closer

“i’m scared too” he says and she knits her eyebrows together “of what?”

“messing this up.”

she turns to face him. and for the first time, he doesn’t look like the star quarterback that knows he can’t be touched on or off of the field, he looks…human. nervous, trying.

they reach the top, pausing for a moment before the ride continues its slow spin

and then, cameron slowly inches his hand across the bar encasing them. she gulps and looks down at it before her eyes catch his again, and after a deep, bracing breath,

she places her hand in his.

their hands fit together like the final piece of a puzzle, fingers intertwining instantly as if they’ve done it a million times before. he squeezes gently. anchoring her to him

“we don’t gotta rush anything” he says quietly “we just..see where it goes”

she nods, smiling her dimpled smile, and she feels him melt into her,

the cart sways a little in the cool wind, bright lights coming in waves as if they have their own heartbeat.

after spending so long guarding herself, trying not to fall too hard, never giving too much to anyone so she won’t need them more than they need her, she makes a quiet decision to let herself breathe. lets herself hope and believe that everything will work out

she laces her fingers tighter into his, and their eyes find each other again.

but now, she isn’t bracing for impact.

she’s ready to go wherever he takes her.

“pretty brown eyes, you know i see you

it’s a disguise, the way you treat me. ”

PAIRING quarterback!cameron cade x fem oc!zaia (zy-uh)

IN WHICH, star football player cameron is enamored with zaia—who can't stand him.

CASSETTE Breakin’ My Heart - Mint condition

¡WARNINGS! 18+ MDNI, bitchy!fem oc, strong language, height difference, college campus setting, angst, obsession, yearning

A/N i’m sooo sorry for the wait yall! but i thought this would be so cute and i was so right, zaia getting a little frustrated with herself 🤣 im obsesseddd! please let me know what you guys think! all feedback is welcome <3

while others were out tailgating and celebrating yet another one of the football teams’ wins, zaia spent the entirety of her weekend preparing for the lab her chemistry professor has been raving about since the semester started.

she hates science.

could do without it if it wasn’t needed as a prerequisite for her degree. but she loved lab days,

and yet somehow still managed to wake up thirty minutes late.

she hopped out of her bedroom on one foot, stuffing the other into her nike p6000’s while struggling with the sweater that hangs halfway down her arm

payton huffs a laugh once zaia comes in to view clamoring down the hallway “damn, good morning! you’re like a pink tornado, all that noise and movement” she says before bringing her hello kitty coffee mug to her mouth, leaned over the island enjoying the scene unfolding in front of her

“ha ha,” she says sarcastically and does a light jog around the living room, collecting the folders she left out while studying the night before “i’m so fucking late it’s ridiculous” she stresses.

she finally manages to get everything she needs into her tote before hurriedly grabbing her tumbler off of the counter and heading for the front door, “see ya!” payton calls out after her as she swings the door open “wouldn’t wanna be ya!” she calls back before stepping out of their shared apartment into the cool morning air

when she enters the building it’s bustling with traffic to her surprise.

students shuffle about in every direction, including a couple of people she recognizes from her lecture which makes her sigh in relief, happy to know she isn’t the only one running behind.

her professor is busy talking to another student at her desk when she emerges through the doorway, but as soon as zaia goes to look for her assigned seat she’s called back up to the front

a look of confusion decorates her face, she hadn’t stopped anyone else that came in late

“good morning zaia,” the blonde woman beams “i just wanted to pick your brain really quickly about a few last minute changes i’ve made” she says, maneuvering around the desk that separates them and taking a seat

zaia smiles tightly with an eyebrow raised. what kind of changes could she be talking about?

“yeah, sure” she insists, shifting her weight from one leg to the other “a student in another one of my lectures has to do a make up for this lab, so he’s agreed to sit in this morning,” zaia releases a heavy breath through her nose, already knowing what direction this is heading in

“you’re one of my brightest, and this section has been giving him some trouble so i thought it would be a great idea for him to shadow you.”

anndddd there it is. a charity case.

she purses her lips together before answering, it would be no use in saying no if her and this student already talked about it. it would just make her seem rude.

“that’s fine, but to clarify they won’t be participating, correct? just watching?” she reiterates and the professor nods profusely “absolutely, your work will be all yours, he’s just spectating so he has an idea of how to get it done— her eyes travel to the door as it opens

“oh! here he comes now!” she stands from her seat “good morning cameron, congratulations on the big win” she chirps “thank you thank you, i appreciate it” that deep, velvety, patronizing voice falls onto her ears and she freezes.

“i want you to meet zaia, the phenomenal student i’ve been telling you about” she introduces

you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

she turns to meet them where they stand and he already looks pleased, more than that. excited

it makes her want to scream

“ahhh so you’re zaia?” he folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head at her, not missing the opportunity to trace her frame hugged just right in the outfit she’s wearing “good to know.” he smirks

“zaia’s agreed to be your point of reference today, so please pay attention” their professor stresses to him

“trust me, she’ll have all of my attention. i won’t miss a thing. promise” he assures tauntingly and while their professor beams with joy at the pair zaia huffs, annoyance consuming her already.

what a load of bullshit.

the two take their seats and cameron immediately begins fumbling with the sample vials placed in the center of the table as if they’re toys. zaia shoots him a look, which he pretends not to notice

“you’re here to observe,” she slides them out of his reach “stop touching stuff.” she grumbles

“damn, you extra bossy this morning i see,” he lifts his hands in mock surrender, lips twitching “woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” he pushes even further, earning a hard glare

she digs into her tote for the three ringed binder before flipping it open to her research notes

“let’s just get this over with.”

cameron leans back coolly into the chair, folding his hands over his lap and locking his gaze onto the side of her face, watching as she flips through the pages laid out in front of her

she’s so cute when she’s focused.

“didn’t know you wore glasses”

she pauses for a second before flipping to the next page “why would you? you don’t know me.” she scoffs “true, but i want to” he shoots back, and she doesn’t even care to dignify him with a response, so now they’re sitting in silence.

the sounds of the room circle around them. glass clinking, pages flipping and low chatter in heavy rotation

“your hair looks good like that” he cuts into the quiet, running his tongue over his bottom lip and awaiting the response he knows is coming.

she huffs and turns in her seat to face him, “what are you doing?.”

checkmate

“nothing,” he says innocently “just observing.” he shrugs. it’s quick, but he swears he catches a glimpse of a smirk curve into her lips before she hurriedly turns her attention back to her notes “hilarious.”

he grins at the fact that he almost got a smile out of her this time

meanwhile, she hates that she came so close to cracking. she also hates how fast her heart is beating right now. he shouldn’t even be here. it’s like the universe is playing some sick joke on her

“can i ask you something?” he leans up onto the table, hands still folded, inching closer to her than she can stand, he catches a whiff of the perfume she’s wearing and his eyes flutter shut

of course she smells good. just another thing for him to fixate on

he feels her stiffen at the closeness

she adjusts in her seat so that their shoulders aren’t brushing anymore, “is it about the assignment?” she slits her eyes at him “yes.” he lies. she purses her lips together, unconvinced

she restlessly taps the fountain pen onto the page of insanely organized notes, which he admires, and turns her head in his direction, stretching her eyes as if to rush the words out of him

“why you act like i’m such a problem?” he tilts his head at her, studying her like he’s trying to figure something out.

she stills her movement, “…‘cause you are.”

“straight like that, huh? just how i like it” he blinks, she still manages to shock him with her bluntness. but little did she know, it just makes her harder to resist

not a single smile, smirk, nothing. she just mugs him. he can’t help but laugh

“alright, my bad, my bad.” he says in between chuckles, “I’ll chill” his hand placed over his stomach and head tossed back

she then shifts in her seat again, angling her body away from him this time. completely over his antics

“come back” he says, softly, coaxing her with his eyes

he watches as she hesitates, and then finally moves her legs back but she still doesn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her face.

“do you take anything besides football seriously?” she asks pointedly, his eyes don’t leave her “nah,” he says easily “but i’d definitely take you seriously.” he adds and she takes a deep, calming breath, placing her hands flat onto the table in front of her to ground herself

she hates how he knows exactly what buttons to push

“you know i didn’t have to agree to this right, cameron?” she reminds him, voice steady. the warmness in his chest swells at the use of his name, he loves the way it sounds coming from her

despite the fact that she’s a few seconds away from mauling him.

“if you knew it was me you wouldn’t have agreed, zaia” he says, she glares at him

she couldn’t deny it if she tried.

“my name is off limits.” he smirks at that “and yes, i don’t particularly like you, but i do want to help. so stop being annoying and pay attention, please.” she says sharply. she isn’t being cruel, or rude like usual, he can tell. she’s just being honest. which in turn makes him straighten up a bit

and for the first time in a long time, he feels nervous.

he doesn’t know if it’s the classroom setting, or her being so smart that it makes her even sexier, but she has him flustered. yet here she is, cool as a cucumber. has been from the moment he laid eyes on her.

that slightly annoys him.

as she goes through the bullet points, he can’t focus on anything other than the way her lips move with each word. doesn’t comment like he wants to because he’s trying to be respectful of her time, but his eyes scan her face. reading and studying her.

the furrow in her brows as she explains something that he could tell she doesn’t agree with, how she takes her bottom lip into her mouth before moving on to the next point, her eyes fluttering up to his every so often to make sure he’s listening.

“does that make sense? any real questions before we start?” she looks up from the notebook with an eyebrow raised, he blinks rapidly, as if she’s snapped him out of something,

“uh— no, nah.” he clears his throat “i’m good. i think i got it” tearing his gaze away from her, he lets his eyes settle onto the microscope that sits in front of them, leg starting to bounce beneath the table

“great. i’ll explain as i go through each one, I’d be taking notes if i were you.” she warns, eyes falling over him, subconsciously taking in his appearance

he’s dressed in a simple black ‘nets’ tee and camo pants, the chains around his neck glisten courtesy of the light overhead, her eyes widen a bit at the veins in his forearms, flexing and contorting with each sudden movement as he digs through his backpack

the zipper snapping shut draws her back to the room and she shifts, quickly refocusing before he catches her staring.

she stretches each hand into the gloves and reaches for the first vial.

“okay” she rolls her shoulders, releasing a breath, trying to steady her pulse

after fumbling with the sample she slides the glass cup beneath the microscope

“this is our control,” she leans in to the lens, closer to him than she intends to be, and, again, he gets a nose-full of her perfume. sweet. clean. her. he shakes his head to rein himself in

pay attention.

he watches intently as her hands turn the dial to adjust the focus

“we’re just keeping an eye on the sample, watching for a reaction” she explains as she adds a droplet and waits a few seconds “see? no reaction yet, that’s the goal”

she does a quick glance in his direction and her eyebrows lift in surprise

he’s watching. actually watching.

good.

but her gaze, inconveniently, travels to his large hands.

she curses herself in her head and moves on to the next sample.

“now, do you see that?” her eyes catch his for a moment “how its blooming a little? that’s the reaction starting” she says

he leans in to squint through the lens, humming in thought “so if it’s still boring after you add the clear shit— she darts her eyes at him, a smirk quirking at her lips before she can stop it and he stifles a laugh “the clear stuff, that’s a good thing?” he corrects, a quiet laugh slips now.

the sound makes his heart flutter

“yes, exactly. boring is good”

he can’t help but glance at her in shock, pleased with himself. finally

“did i just get a laugh out of you?”

“don’t get used to it.” she straightens, already reaching for the next vial

everything is rhythmic after that. she explains, he listens. occasionally asking questions which lets her know he’s actually paying attention, she even lets him take control of the lab some. little things like adjusting the focus and adding droplets to a couple of samples.

time passes quicker than she expects it to, the next time she glances at the clock on the wall her eyes widen a bit

“shit- we’re going way over. i think that’s enough” she looks around the classroom and hadn’t even noticed that it had dwindled down to just a few students now

he exhales and leans back into his chair, hands folded behind his head as he watches her gather her things

"so, zaia," he starts, she pauses and shoots him a warning look, skin humming from the way he says her name, but of course she shakes every conflicting thought from her mind "you doing anything after this?" he asks carefully, but not carefully enough

"going home. don't push it" she rolls her eyes, sliding the strap onto her shoulder and he shrugs, fighting a smile, still riding the high of how good everything went "i'm just asking"

"right" she says dryly, grabbing her tumbler and heading for the door

he waits a few seconds, long enough for it to look coincidental, before pushing back from the table and jogging to catch up to her

he emerges from the classroom and searches for her down the hallway, finally landing on that pink hair and sweater closing in on the exit "yo" he calls out after her, she doesn't stop walking but he expected as much

he finally manages to catch up with her and falls in step, leaving a respectful distance between them

"what?” she says without even sparing him a glance “class is over."

“i know. let me walk you” she scoffs “you don’t need to.”

“i want to.”

“so? you can’t always get what you want.” he laughs quietly at that, fingers curling into the straps of his backpack as they continue

“and please don’t get anything confused. this-” she gestures between them “isn’t a thing.”

“yet.” he corrects

she stops walking so fast he almost topples over her

“don’t be annoying.” she turns to face him “how am i being-

“by getting beside yourself. you’re stopping at the gate, and that’s it. nothing else” she says sharply, he stares down at her for a second, and then nods “alright, i hear you.”

he figured he’d stop pushing, for now at least.

she continues in the direction she was going and he trails a little behind at first, eventually falling in step at the same pace again. much quieter now.

she shakes her head, jaw tight

he really doesn’t quit does he ?

for some reason, the silence bothers her more than anything else. just him walking next to her, there. she tells herself it’s nothing, though. just two people walking

no big deal.

“i’ll see you later” he says once they make it to his stopping point

“no, you won’t.” she says back without hesitation before pushing through the gate and continuing down the sidewalk

he watches as she walks away and can’t stop himself from smiling.

the worst part for her?

she knows she wouldn’t have let him get even that far if she hadn’t felt it too.