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Can I request a Cameron Cade imagine with a black plus size reader where Cameron is the campus plug and her neighbor. The reader has a crush on him but never acts on it until one night she gets back from a bad date and they meet in the hallway and he invites her to come over and smoke to ease her mind ? One thing leads to another and smut ensues đđ
thank you so much for the ask!! đŤśđž i had so much fun writing this one đ this was also my first attempt at writing smut so please give your girl some grace lmaooo đđ i was nervous at first but i actually had wayyy too much fun writing it đ i hope you enjoyyy!! đ¤
warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, weed/smoking, language
The Usual Spot
Marching across the parking lot, you were already halfway to your car before the restaurant doors had even finished closing behind you.
Your heels clicked rapidly against the pavement, purse tucked beneath your arm as you dug through it for your keys with one hand and searched through your recent calls with the other. Whatever dignity you had left could catch up tomorrow. Right now, you wanted to get home, get out of the outfit youâd wasted too much time picking out, and forget the last hour and a half had ever happened.
Your plugs name barely came across your screen before you hit call.
You reached your car just as the line started ringing, yanking the door open and dropping into the driverâs seat with a frustrated huff.
He answered on the third ring.
âCam, please tell me youâre home.â you desperately whined.
A low chuckle came through the speaker. âYou sound stressed, ma. What you need?â
You dropped your head against the headrest, closing your eyes. You didnât even know where to start.
The awkward silence?
The fact that youâd spent half the night carrying a conversation that clearly shouldâve been pronounced dead twenty minutes in?
Or the moment that finally made you grab your purse and walk straight out of the restaurant without bothering to finish your drink?
You sighed heavy into the phone instead, unable to get any words out.
Cameron laughed. âThat bad?â
âYou have no idea.â
âAight. Tell me about it when I see you.â You heard movement on his end before he added, âMeet me at our spot.â
Your eyes opened. âOur spot?â
âThe hallway, girl.â
Despite having a bad date, the corner of your mouth lifted. âYou make it sound like we got some secret location.â
âIt is secret. Now hurry up.â
-
Cameron was standing outside his apartment when you rounded the corner, one shoulder resting against the wall as he looked down at his phone.
His head lifted at the sound of your heels against the floor. You watched him straighten up, his eyes raking over your outfit. Taking in the shirt and skirt that hugged every curve that you wanted to show off tonight. The fabric of your skirt clung to your full hips and softened over the curve of your stomach, stopping high enough to leave your thick thighs on display.
You stop infront of him trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. You narrowed your eyes.
Cameron eyes traveled over you once more before they returned to your face. âYou look just a stressed as you sounded on the phone.â
âBecause I am.â
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as you sighed, dropping your hard back then looking back at him. âYou got what I need?â
âYeah, butâŚâ he glanced at you again before gesturing his head toward his apartment door. âCome catch a vibe.â
Your brows lifted.
In all the times youâd met Cameron in this hallway, your exchanges had never made it past these four walls.
âWith you?â
âNah, with my other neighbor.â His mouth twitched. âYes, with me. Come on.â
You followed Cameron inside, your eyes dropping to the way the muscles in his back moved beneath the black T-shirt he wore.
Youâd seen him plenty of times before, but following him into his apartment felt different. Stepping out of your heels near the door, you picked them up before letting your eyes wander around the space.
âIt looks nice in here.â You hovered awkwardly beside the kitchen island, unsure of where exactly you were supposed to go.
âAppreciate it.â He glanced up briefly before turning his attention to weigh out your usual. It didnât take long for him to notice you were still standing in the same spot. He nodded toward the couch. âMake yourself comfortable.â
âOh.â You quickly made your way over, setting your heels beside the couch before sitting down right on the edge.
Cameron looked over again, you could feel his stare before you even met his eyes. âYou can relax, ma. I donât bite.â
The look accompanying his words had you letting out a nervous laugh. âI am relaxed.â His eyes dropped pointedly to the way you were practically perched on the edge of his couch.
With another quiet laugh, you finally slid farther back into the cushions. You crossed one thick thigh over the other, tugging your skirt back into place where it had ridden higher against your hips. Youâd managed to make yourself look at least somewhat comfortable.
He made his way over and held the small pack out toward you.âDonât worry âbout it. Itâs on me.â
You give him a look. âYou sure?â
âI said itâs on me, didnât I?â
A small smile pulled at your lips. âThank you.â
You slipped it into your purse while Cameron dropped onto the couch beside you, reaching forward for the lighter on the coffee table. You tried not to think too hard about the fact that heâd chosen the spot closest to you.
Cameron sparked the joint before bringing it between his lips. Your attention went to his hands, the veins running along the back of it became more prominent as his fingers curled around the joint.
Then your eyes traveled higher, catching the hollow of his cheeks as he inhaled and the way his jaw flexed before smoke slowly left his lips.
You looked away before he could catch you staring. After another hit, Cameron held it toward you. You reached for it, your fingertips brushing lightly against his.
You brought the joint to your lips before Cameron could notice your reaction, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke settle before slowly breathing it back out.
The two of you passed it between you for a while, the tension that had followed you home from your date gradually beginning to loosen its grip.
Your shoulders relaxed first then your body sank further into the couch. Cameron mirrored you, leaning back besides you and turned his head in your direction.
âSoâŚâ
You look over.
âWhatâs going on with you?â
You passed him the joint. âSo this motherfucker begged me to go on a date as if he was gonna make some grand gesture, just for me to walk out on him.â
Cameron laughed, turning toward you. âNah, you walked out on him?â passing it back to you.
You took the joint from between his fingers, bringing it to your lips. âAnd I donât feel bad either.â
âDamn.â Cameron shook his head, still laughing. âWhat he do?â
âWhat didnât he do? â You inhaled before passing the joint back to him, sinking deeper into the couch as you tried to figure out where to even begin. âHe was thirty minutes late.â
His eyebrows shots up. âAnd you stayed?â
You suck your teeth. âSee, donât piss me off because I already know I shouldâve left.â
âNah.â He chuckled, taking another hit. âIâm just asking.â
You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from smiling. âAnyway. He gets there, barely apologizes, and then spends the entire time talking about himself.â
âWhole time?â
âThe. Entire. Time.â You emphasized each word. âHis job. His car. Who he knows. How much money he makes. I know this manâs whole five-year plan and he probably couldnât tell you my last name.â
Cameron laughed again, dropping his head back against the couch. âHell nah, iâm fucking dead!â
You shook your head. âAnd then after all that, this nigga tried to kiss me.â
Cameron paused with the joint halfway to his mouth. âSay swear!â
âHe did!â You were laughing, the whole thing sounding more ridiculous the higher you got. âI grabbed my purse and left.â
âYou foul.â
âIâm foul?â You shoved his shoulder light. âHe deserved it.â
âI ainât say he didnât.â
âYou just called me foul!â
âBoth can be true.â He held the joint toward you.
You reached for it, your fingers brushing his again during the exchange.âShut up.â
Cameron chuckled as you took another hit.
The irritation youâd carried home was slowly becoming easier to laugh about now, helped along by the marijuana moving throughout your body.
You pass the joint back and forth.
With each hit, the tightness in your shoulders disappeared a little more. Your limbs felt heavier against the couch, thoughts moving slower as you reached flow state.
Cameron looked just as gone, his eyes red and low beneath heavy lids as he leaned back beside you. You continued rambling, barely noticing when he had gone quiet.
His attention had started drifting. Your skirt had ridden up higher against your thighs now that youâd gotten comfortable. Cameronâs gaze dropped there before slowly traveling back up. You caught it, and when his eyes met yours again his tongue slowly moved over his bottom lip before taking a hit.
More butterflies.
You looked away first. âI just wanna forget the whole night happened,â you sighed. âGet my mind off it.â
Cameron slowly exhaled the smoke. âI can help with that.â
Your eyes returned to his. âHow?â
Instead of answering, he leaned over to place the joint in the ashtray. When he settled back, his hand rested on your thigh.
You eyes dropped towards it.
His thumb moved slowly against the soft flesh there. âYou trust me?â
Your heart had started beating faster. âOf course.â
Cameronâs hand slid from your thigh to the side of your neck, gently pulling you closer. âPerfect.â His eyes dropped to your lips. âCause I wanna make you feel good.â
He leaned in and kissed you.
A soft gasp slipped from you against his lips, caught off guard by the fact that this was actually happening. Youâd had a crush on Cameron for longer than you cared to admit, never once finding the courage to act on it. But with his lips moving against yours and his hand still resting firmly at your neck, every doubt youâd ever had about him not feeling the same began to melt away.
His hand slid upward to cup the sides of your face, tilting your head just enough for his lips to leave yours and trail along your jaw.
Your eyes fluttered closed.
He took his time making his way down to your neck, his teeth grazing lightly over your skin before his tongue followed slowly behind. A small whimper escaped from your lips.
Cameron chuckled low against your skin âBeen waiting to get my hands on you.â
The confession sent another rush through you as his kisses traveled lower, trailing across your chest while his free hand came up to palm your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt.
You moaned when his fingers found your nipple, pinching gently through the material. Your hands instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders, needing something to hold onto.
âHow long have you been waiting?â Your voice barely made it above a whisper.
Cameron pulled back to look at you, he pulled the bottom of your shirt upward, exposing the soft curve of your stomach and the black lace of your bra. âToo long for my liking.â
Something about the way his deep voice carried those words had your thighs pressing together, desperate for anything that might ease the growing ache between them.
His eyes briefly dropped before returning to yours, one corner of his mouth threatening to lift as his index finger hooked beneath the edge of your bra cup tugging it down.
The cool air against your skin made your breath hitch, but it was nothing compared to the way Cameron looked at you. His eyes met yours once more, almost as if giving you one last opportunity to stop him.
You nod once. Barely, enough for him to catch it.
He lowered his head, taking your nipple into his mouth. A sharp hiss slipped between your teeth as your back arched from the couch.
Your hands slid over the back of his head, holding him closer. âIâve been waiting too,â you confessed, your face scrunching when his teeth tugged at your nipple.
Cameron released it with a soft pop, lifting his eyes to yours. âOh yeah?â he tugged the other cup of your bra down, giving your other breast the same attention.
âYes.â The word came out breathier this time. Your head fell back against the couch, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in a useless attempt to hold back a moan.
He didnât stay there long before making his way back up, grabbing your face in one hand and pulling you into another kiss.
You pulled him closer. Both feet came up onto the couch as you parted your legs, making room for him between them while your hands moved along his neck and over the back of his head.
The kiss grew messier before Cameron finally pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. The both of you breathing heavier as his thumb lightly dragged over your cheek.
âGood,â he murmured, leaning forward to nip at your bottom lip. âSo let me take care of you.â He tilted your face toward his, making sure your eyes met.
You blinked slowly up at him, gaze wandering over the features youâd spent so much time admiring from across that hallway. Youâd wondered before what his hands would feel like on you. Now that you knew, you wanted them everywhere.
You nodded.
Cameronâs eyebrow lifted. âTell me.â
The ache between your legs only had gotten worse. âTake care of me,â you whispered.
A low groan left him before his lips crashed back into yours. He kissed you once, twice, before reluctantly pulling away and rising from the couch.
His hands reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it over his head.
Your eyes followed shamelessly. Over the hard lines of his stomach. The muscles stretching across his chest and shoulders. Down again when he stepped closer.
You reached for him, fingertips tracing over his abs before two of them slipped teasingly beneath the waistband of his sweats. You gave it the slightest tug before letting go.
Cameron smirked down at you and without a word, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of you.
Your breath stuttered.
His hands traveled beneath your skirt, pushing it higher until the fabric gathered around your waist. His gaze followed, settling on the sheer tights still covering your legs.
Cameron hooked his fingers into the thin material.
Rip
You gasp as he tore through the center, leaving enough room to reveal the black lace underneath.
âCameron!â You stared down at the damage. âI just bought these.â
His smirk only deepened, eyes glued to your soaked panties. âIâll buy you more.â
You opened your mouth to say something, but was cut off when cameron pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. Your body jerked at the unexpected contact, both hands pressing into the couch to steady yourself.
His lips moved to your other thigh and you squirmed.
Cameron took in every reaction he managed to pull from you, and judging by the look on his face, he was enjoying every second of it.
He sat back on his heels, eyes never leaving yours as his thumb began moving slow circles over your clit through the thin lace of your panties.
A whine slipped from your lips, your brows pulling together as your gaze dropped toward his hand.
âEyes on me, ma.â
The huskiness in his voice had your eyes snapping back to his.
His pupils were blown wide, his attention fixed entirely on your face as he applied just a little more pressure, still refusing to give you anything faster than those slow, deliberate circles.
Your lips parted, another moan escaping. âCamâŚâ You turned your head to the side, suddenly unable to hold his stare.
Cameron hummed appreciatively. âYou sound so pretty.â He rose to his knees just enough to hover over you, bringing himself closer while maintaining that same torturously slow rhythm. âSay it again,â he murmured.
Your breathing grew heavier as his fingers finally hooked beneath the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. His fingers traced slowly through your wet folds, and your hand immediately closed around his arm.
âCam.â you moaned out again.
His mouth found your ear, teeth grazing lightly against it before his voice dropped to a whisper. âSo fucking sexy.â Then he was lowering himself between your thighs again.
One hand kept the lace pulled aside while the other continued teasing you for another few agonizing seconds, drawing out every restless movement beneath him.
His hand moved to your thigh, pushing it higher and opening you further for him. Your breathing had grown noticeably heavier, fingers gripping the couch hard enough for your knuckles to pale.
The anticipation was almost worse than the actual touch.
Cameron was right there. Close enough that you could feel his breath where you wanted his mouth to be, yet he seemed perfectly content taking his time while every nerve in your body screamed for him to stop teasing.
He finally lowered his mouth to you, and you couldnât help the sound that came out of your mouth. Your eyes widened as you looked down, watching his mouth and tongue work with precision.
Cameronâs eyes fell closed, brows drawing together in concentration, solely on making you feel good. He groaned against you the vibration causing your eyes to roll back at the feeling it sent through your body.
His lips then locked onto your clit, your body instinctively tried to pull away from the sudden intensity.
Cameron fist closed around the fabric of your skirt still bunched at your waist, dragging you firmly toward the edge of the couch until there was nowhere left for you to go.
âDonât run from me.â he told you before his lips were back on your clit. Your moans weâre uncontrollable as he sucked on you. Your legs were beginning to shake but that didnât stop him from sliding his index finger into you slowly pumping in and out.
âOh my gosh cam.â you whine. He was looking at you, his eyes low and heavy. There was this intensity in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine. He watched every change in your expression as he added another finger, taking his time until your body adjusted around his fingers.
Then his fingered curved, hitting that all too familiar spot that had you crying out for him. âOh shit, right there.â Cameron hummed against you pumping his fingers in and out of you faster while his mouth attacked your clit.
Your eyes squeezed shut as your hips began lifting helplessly from the couch. âDonât stop, donât stop.â One of your hands found the back of his head, pushing his face more into you as the pressure building inside you became almost unbearable.
âCam, iâm cummingggâ . Your thighs tightened as the orgasm rushed through you, your entire body trembling beneath him while Cameron refused to let up until youâd ridden out every last second of it.
âFuckâŚâ you whimpered, slowly sinking back against the couch. He lifted his head, gaze moving between you and the mess youâd made before settling back on your face. His fingers still moving in and out of you. âLook at you.â
You couldnât even answer.
A satisfied smile tugged at his mouth. âYou did so good for me.â
Your body felt completely spent, every breath still uneven as Cameron rose onto his knees and leaned over you. âCan you give me one more?â
You answered with nothing more than a weak whimper.
He leaned closer. âI think you can.â His fingers sped up in you once more. Your brows furrowed.âPleaseâŚâ You werenât even sure what you were begging him for anymore. âI know, baby.â His hand came up to hold your face, keeping your attention on him. âJust one more.â
His fingers hooked inside of you, you gasped and your body jerked. âis that your spotâ cameron asked, his voice was driving you insane. Your nails were digging into his arms, âyes right there cam donât stopâ you pleaded.
Your head fell back as another moan tore from you, louder than any before it and you didnât care who might hear. Cameronâs mouth found your neck, kissing and biting along your skin without ever breaking the rhythm of his hand.
Your walls clamp around his fingers, cameron reached your ear. âyouâre so close pretty girl, i could feel you.â your legs started shaking again. âgive it to me, i want all that shitâ his fingers were moving at a relentless pace and you had no choice but to take it.
âiâm gonn-â The second orgasm tore through you harder than the first, your entire body going rigid before completely falling apart.
Cameron slowed his movements, watching you fall apart from his touch for the second time tonight with an expression that bordered on disbelief. âyouâre so fucking perfect,â he murmured.
You went limp against the couch as Cameronâs hands moved slowly over your body, soothing you back down while your breathing gradually returned to normal. âYou good?â
His voice pulled you from your daze.
You blinked slowly at him before managing a weak thumbs-up.
Cameron chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against yours. You kissed him back lazily, his tongue brushing against yours, the taste of yourself still lingering on his lips.
When he finally pulled away, that familiar smirk was waiting for you. âYou still thinking about that date?â
A tired laugh escaped you. âWhat date?â
THE END. đđ
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â° Twisted Love
Pairings: Cameron Cade x Reader, Isaiah White x Reader
Contains: Explicit Content, Unprotected p in v, Cheating, Pet names, Dirty talk, Cursing, Fingering, Jealousy, Manipluation.
Summary: You and Isaiah have always had a chaotic marriage. With retirement plans in place, he mentors an up-and-coming footballer named Cameron Cade, but you're not going to let everything be taken away from you and him.Â
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Isaiah white has always been worshipped. Football has always been his main focus. You and he both got married because it would benefit you both. Him being a big footballer gave you fame, money, etc, and you always knew how to get him back on track.Â
âHere we go again...â You say, frustrated, full of emotion. Ever since Isaiah announced his near-retirement, heâs been in a mood. âDonât start this again; Iâm not dealing with it today,â Isaiah says in a cold tone.Â
Whenever something involving Isaiahâs football team, âSan Antonio Saviors,â he gets in these moods. He doesnât talk to you, acknowledge you, doesnât even sleep in the same bed as you.Â
âEvery day itâs the same fucking mood and energy, and Iâm sick of it.â You said loudly, standing in front of him.Â
âAs I said, Iâm not doing thisâÂ
Isaiah replied in a cold, stern tone.Â
âEspecially when we have a guest thatâs coming in any minute whoâs going to be staying with us,â Isaiah said.Â
You were confused, a guest? Staying with you and Isaiah until the door opened. You realized it was the guy Isaiah was mentoring to take over.Â
A tall man, about 6â5", with a strong, muscular build, walks through the door.Â
âCameron Cade, welcome,â Isaiah says while dabbing Cameron up.Â
âMr White, itâs nice to meet you. I've been a big fan of yours ever since I was young, watching you on the big screen with my father.â Cameron says, very enthusiastic, praising Isaiah just like everyone else who met him.Â
âNice to see you have another fan, Isaiah.â You say sarcastically while making direct eye contact with Cameron.Â
âItâs nice to meet you, Cameron.â You say.Â
Immediately, Cameronâs attention turns fully on you; he starts to eye you up and down. Looking at you like heâs imagining doing all types of sexual stuff to you and you were liking every minute of it.
âMs White, itâs nice to meet you as well,â he says, maintaining eye contact.Â
âDonât call me Mrs. White; just call me y/n. I want you to feel comfortable here,â You say while smirking.Â
Cameron smirks back.Â
Isaiah was paying attention to every detail. The eye contact between you two, Cameron eyeing you up and down, the little comments, and deep down inside, it was boiling his blood. He was pissed; he immediately grabbed your waist, showing Cam that he owned you.Â
âTraining is downstairs. You should go train with the others.â Isaiah wasnât asking Cam; he was demanding.Â
âAight,â Cam says, and starts going downstairs with the others.Â
Isaiah starts laughing after Cameron leaves the room. Itâs that annoyed, pissed-off type of laugh that he does when heâs trying to avoid causing a scene.Â
âWhatâs funny?â You ask.Â
âYou think I ainât notice that shit?â Isaiah asks.
âNotice what?â You knew he noticed the tension between you and Cameron, but you were going to act like you didnât know what he was talking about.
âYou and him fucking flirting right in front of me, you think that shit cute?â Isaiah says in a loud tone. You loved when Isaiah would get this way.Â
Cameron Cade was attractive, and maybe this would get Isaiah right where you needed him.Â
âI think you're just being jealous, Isaiah, but think what you want,â you tell him while walking off.Â
You knew what you were doing to him, driving him off the edge.Â
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âWeâre not done speaking,â Isaiah says.Â
âI am,â you reply.Â
A couple of days have passed; you and Isaiah havenât been speaking much, but you and Cam have been exchanging glances and having small conversations that Isaiah has picked up on.
You knew he was still mad about you and Cam flirting. He already felt like Cam was trying to take his spot, and now he was taking his wife, which drove him to a whole new edge.Â
It was late at night; Isaiah was asleep, but you couldnât sleep for some reason. You decided to go downstairs. You grabbed your lace robe since it was a little cold in your house and headed downstairs. You slowly walked down the marble steps, not wanting to wake anyone, until you saw Cameron in the kitchen.Â
Cameron noticed you immediately.
âWhat are you doing up this late?â Cameron asked.Â
âI could ask you the same thing, Mr. Cade,â You said sarcastically.Â
âCouldnât sleep,â Cameron replied.
âMe either,â you said while walking closer to him. Now you're in front of him, leaning against your counter, just making eye contact with him while smirking.Â
Cameron feels the tension too. He knows you're Isaiahâs wife, but acting on what he wants to do to you every day is getting harder and harder for him.Â
âI need your opinion, Cam; itâs very important,â You said while moving closer towards him.Â
âWhat is it?â Cameron asked, concern on his face.Â
You took off your robe, revealing your two-piece black lace lingerie underneath. This was a new set that your brand was coming out with; you didnât care about Camâs opinion; all you wanted to do was tempt him. You were so deprived of sex as well that all you wanted him to do was fuck you on top of that counter.Â
Cameron was silent; he was eyeing your curves, ass, every part of your body. He didnât understand why you were trying to tempt him, your Isaiahâs wife, one of the all-time best footballers' wives. Why was it that you wanted him?
âSo what do you think?â You turn back around, facing him with a big smirk across your face.Â
âI think you look sexy,â Cameron replied.Â
âReally? Because I think I would look sexier on top of you.âÂ
You said while stepping closer to where there wasnât an inch of distance between the two of you.
Cameron picked you up and put you on top of the expensive counter, where he stood facing you, and you sat with your legs open, facing him.Â
He gets close to you, and you can feel his hot breath close to your neck. He whispers in your ear, âI think you would too, but what about your husband?â He asked.Â
âIâm not worried about him,â You reply coldly.Â
âWhat if he catches us?â Cam asks.Â
âLet him watch then,â you say with a smirk on your face and eyes full of desire.Â
In this moment, all you could think about is Cameron inside of you, fucking you very rough. Isaiah was in the back of your mind, too, about how this would get him right.Â
After you said that, Cam starts to kiss you, wrapping his strong hands around you. He deepens the kiss while spreading open your legs, quickly sliding your panties off.Â
He sticks his fingers inside of you and starts to rub his fingers against your wet clit. âAlready wet for me, I see,â Cam says while doing circular motions with his fingers against clits.Â
âmmm.. camm..â you moan.Â
After hearing you moan, he starts to finger you a little bit faster. He gets to your weak spot, and your moans become louder.Â
 âcamm.. right there.. mmm.. yesâŚâÂ
Moans grew louder and louder.
âCum for me, baby,â he says.Â
You try to say something, but no words are coming out. Your mind is in a whole different place, but you do as he says, and you cum. He picks you up and takes you to the living room.Â
Brought to the big area of the couch, Cam layed you down comfortably. You spread your legs immediately, needing him inside of you, hips gripped and pounded into you very hard. Seconds turned into minutes each time he thrust; it felt deeper than the last. The sound of your big ass against his dick echoed in the living area of the house.Â
âJust like that, keep taking this dick like the good girl you are,â Cam told you.Â
His grip was tight, and you felt another orgasm coming.Â
âMmm, I-Iâm about to-
You were cut off mid-sentence.Â
âDonât cum just yet, Iâll tell you when you can,â Cam said mid-groan.Â
And you did exactly what he said; you didnât release just yet, even though you wanted to. You were rolling your hips, trying to prevent yourself from coming just yet.Â
âFuck, ma,â Cam groaned.Â
He wanted you both to release at the same time. As he felt himself nearing release, you were given the signal to release as well.Â
âCum baby, go ahead nowâÂ
Both cumming at the same time, his warm fluid filling your clit. After the two of you are finished, you both clean each other up and part ways, with him heading to his room and you heading to your and Isaiahâs room.Â
Slipping back into bed carefully.
The morning comes, and you wake up to see Isaiah sitting in a chair in front of him. His facial expression is full of anger, and he has a cup full of whiskey in his hand.Â
âI invite this guy into my house to mentor him, and what does he do, nah what do you two do? Oh yeah, have sex,â Isaiah says.Â
You already knew he would see it on the cameras around the house.
You get up and ignore him; itâs too early to argue already. As you're walking away, he comes behind you and pins you against the wall roughly.
 âYou leaving me for him?â He asked. First thing on his mind besides football, and he felt like he was losing both.Â
âNo, but if you let him take your spot, I will leave you,â you said coldly.Â
Cameron Cade was cute, and the sex was good, but not better than with Isaiah. Neither were you going to let him take everything away from the both of youâthe fame, Money, Fans, absolutely not. So you needed to remind Isaiah what to do.Â
âNow fuck me,â You told Isaiah.

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One of the Homies | Ch. 4: Birthday Wishes
Authors Note: đAny no talking needed, letâs get into it.
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: None for now.đdirty stuff will be coming!!
Without further ado, here we go!
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